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Sleeplessness (literature.cafe)
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Weary is the body.
Late is the night. 
Silent though the wind is, the mind howls.

Weary eyes sees not in the darkness.
Late shows the clock’s hands. 
Silent though the city is, the mind races.

Weary is the limbs from the days past.
Late comes and goes. 
Silent though the home is, the mind chatters. 

Let this wearied soul rest. 
Let this late night end. 
Let this mind of mine be Silent.

For the morning shall come soon.
Sleep say I to my mind. 
The night is passing. 
I must sleep. 
I cannot.
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