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Sleep
There's a peculiar type of clarity
After six hours drinking in a bar
You can maybe walk on water
Or reach out and stroke a star
The answer to so many questions
Is there clearly in your head
Tomorrow you'll tell the world
But just now you need your bed
And by the coming morning
You'll almost certainly find
Those significant thoughts will
Have been wiped from the mind
The world will never know
Just what it has lost
Or what that final drink
Has really truly cost
Such a tragic situation
Enough to make one weep
So many inspired insights
Just gone for the need of sleep
There's a peculiar type of clarity
After six hours drinking in a bar
You can maybe walk on water
Or reach out and stroke a star
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