Sleep

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Nightmares come and sleep is rent and torn
Horrors on things unspeakable borne
The darkness is left when the light has fled
The living balk in quiet dread
Then to be awakened by an awful scream
The sun has risen
You hope it was only a dream.

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Sail into the harbor of my soul; tell me your heart

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