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			 What means this heaviness that hangs upon me?
 This lethargy that creeps through all my senses?
  Nature, read more 
	 What means this heaviness that hangs upon me?
 This lethargy that creeps through all my senses?
  Nature, oppress'd and harrass'd out with care,
   Sinks down to rest. 
		
 
	
			 Since the Brother of Death daily haunts us with dying mementoes.  
	 Since the Brother of Death daily haunts us with dying mementoes. 
		
 
	
			 Life is something that happens when you can't get to sleep.  
	 Life is something that happens when you can't get to sleep. 
		
 
	
			 Sleep hath its own world,
 A boundary between the things misnamed
  Death and existence: Sleep hath its read more 
	 Sleep hath its own world,
 A boundary between the things misnamed
  Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world,
   And a wide realm of wild reality,
    And dreams in their development have breath,
     And tears and tortures, and the touch of joy. 
		
 
	
			 If you can't sleep, then get up and do something instead of lying there and worrying. It's the worry that read more 
	 If you can't sleep, then get up and do something instead of lying there and worrying. It's the worry that gets you, not the loss of sleep. 
		
 
	
			 I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, you know?  
	 I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, you know? 
		
 
	
			 How happy he whose toil
 Has o'er his languid pow'rless limbs diffus'd
  A pleasing lassitude; he not read more 
	 How happy he whose toil
 Has o'er his languid pow'rless limbs diffus'd
  A pleasing lassitude; he not in vain
   Invokes the gentle Deity of dreams.
    His pow'rs the most voluptuously dissolve
     In soft repose; on him the balmy dews
      Of Sleep with double nutriment descend. 
		
 
	
			 Come to me now! O, come! benignest sleep!
 And fold me up, as evening doth a flower,
  read more 
	 Come to me now! O, come! benignest sleep!
 And fold me up, as evening doth a flower,
  From my vain self, and vain things which have power
   Upon my soul to make me smile or weep.
    And when thou comest, oh, like Death be deep. 
		
 
	
			 It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the 
bread of sorrows: read more 
	 It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the 
bread of sorrows: for so he giveth his beloved sleep.