Glimpse Thy Weary

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The sleep, o sleep my soothing one...
O woe for whom augment my weary.

Trying not to fall too deep,
Fell in mournful, peaceful dreary,
Where perplexed I have been rarely,
When tapped by the common sleep.

The dream I pondered for sometime,
The Dream, o Dream my beloved one...

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