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Insomnia

Please, do not come near.

Not even nearer; go farther.

Please, leave. Flee, from me.

Go. Cling, and cleave

To the sleeping broth

And, my pot of stew

May I glue my eyes,

And prolong my rise?

See you, at Sunrise!

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