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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.
Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death....
Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death....
Sleep is like the unicorn - it is rumored to exist, but I doubt I will see any
Sleep is like the unicorn - it is rumored to exist, but I doubt I will see any
What probing deep
Has ever solved the mystery of sleep?
What probing deep
Has ever solved the mystery of sleep?
Living is a disease from which sleep gives us relief eight hours a day.
Living is a disease from which sleep gives us relief eight hours a day.
I reached for sleep and drew it round me like a blanket muffling pain and thought together in the merciful read more
I reached for sleep and drew it round me like a blanket muffling pain and thought together in the merciful dark.
Nice guys finish last, but we get to sleep in.
Nice guys finish last, but we get to sleep in.
O sleep! it is a gentle thing,
Beloved from pole to pole!
To Mary Queen the praise read more
O sleep! it is a gentle thing,
Beloved from pole to pole!
To Mary Queen the praise be given!
She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven
That slid into my soul.
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.
