Sleep O sleep
do not be far away
slay me, I may never wake again
Is food better than air?
How shall I compare thee?
A few thousands roses maybe your worth
Intimating
O soul, wander drift
with dreams and beyond;
Symmetrical fish in tranquil water
Big Mono Moon ready for harvest
O gracious sleep
bridges for souls
An elixir for life effects
with what shall I compare thee.
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