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After a lifetime of sought-after sleep.  

 

I have the virtue of opium/
the rain falls in the middle
of the night/it expresses
like a sage-sing-song
who I am
in my dreams/cozy & warm/
I fall asleep with the grave diggers/
I think of nothing.
Written by Pishashee
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