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INSOMNIA
The sandman cannot always arrive to keep
Appointments to deepen one's sleep,
And when Mr. Sandman does not appear,
Restful dreams are quite dear.
Dream-stealing devils grin most lewdly
While stealing sleep so shrewdly,
And tired minds and weary bodies turn
In restless wheels that ever churn,
Until earth's rotation brings a new day,
And time for dreams has gone away.
So pray to God, earth's and heaven's Power
For restful sleep, hour by hour!
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