Sleep
Sleep calls my name but I cannot rest for I am forsaken.
Sleep tantalizes my brain but I cannot rest for my will as been shaken.
Sleep is a soaring crane but I cannot rest for my wings have been taken.
Sleep will end all pain but I cannot rest for I fear I have been mistaken.
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