Again my sleep has all been slept

Though tired in my head is kept

My eyes will close, my dreams will start

But my slumber soon then falls apart


First a tickle, then an itch

The comfort of my side will switch

My legs then move without my help

A crying bird, a phantom yelp


A shiver turns into a sweat

But still with yawns I’m racked and met

I’m growing tired of this fight

My dreams shall come but not tonight

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