What have you there, Sirrah?
The latest news,
And bad.
Who's dying now and where?
The dead are dying again,
For you.
What do you want me to do, Sirrah?
Where sackcloth and ashes and cry?
Die.
I have a right to live, Sirrah.
You have a right to
Dream.
What if I can't sleep, Sirrah?
Count a hundred sheep
Again.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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