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The Precious Little Time
Seconds to minutes
And minutes to hours
Sleep still escapes me
And I have no power
Insomniatic
Wasting away
The precious little
Time of no day
Tossing and turning
I can't escape
Why is it now
That this is my fate
I miss it dearly
I want it again
I just want this time
Of wakeness to end
And minutes to hours
Sleep still escapes me
And I have no power
Insomniatic
Wasting away
The precious little
Time of no day
Tossing and turning
I can't escape
Why is it now
That this is my fate
I miss it dearly
I want it again
I just want this time
Of wakeness to end
Published 28th Aug 2012
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