Sleep and sloth
Impels me to error
Clouding wisdom
Impels me to error,
But I am the son of joy
My dear, I am here
To do actions
But sometimes I am
In dark, I am in error,
Frivolity and stupor
All that appear
But I am the lighter
I am the nectar
I am here to cross all errors .
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