Eyes grow weary, vision blurred

Thoughts inside me, ever stirred

Laying down my head to sleep

Hoping that these words can keep

Until I can, again, awaken

And let these thoughts, again, be shaken

Free from where they dwell, beguiled

A million sentences, running wild

Alas, they do not let me slumber

These thoughts and words,

I must disencumber

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