Sleep eludes me like a lover,
A lover that but exists in dreams,
Dreams that bewitch sense,
Dreams, sitting on the fence.
A fence that holds those who sin.
A fence that pricks and hurts my skin
Skin, that wrinkles, in wait of love and
Night, that lights in dire dove.
Dove that flew around my dreams,
Dreams of lovers, and shrewd means.
Means to wish a pause in learn,
And here I wish, my sleep return.
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