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I found that I was fighting sleep As I lay myself down Perceptions muddled by fatigue Didst in my head go 'round My body--just a weary weight Imprinted on the bed My mind in search of slumber Restfull refuge for my head The sandman slowly shuffled by As if I wasn't there The reaper, ever waiting, Tempting me to try his ware I tossed and turned and tossed again Into the hours, wee I found that I was fighting sleep, Or was sleep fighting me?
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music: Bach's Little Fugue in G minor background by: Ace of Space |