Sleep, sleep
More rest for the soul
A prescription drug
To keep the mind whole
To make the body stronger
In the rough, warmer in the cold
To create healthy laughter
And restore youth to the old
So on this weary night
Why should one dare cumber
The rejuvenating satisfaction
Of deep, abysmal slumber?
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