Sweet Sympathetic Sleep
Sweet sympathetic sleep,
she will hold me while I weep.
To no one else she speaks,
in her arms I go weak.
She whispers in my ear
and tells me things I wish to hear.
Temptation always lurks,
and existing always hurts.
When my final dawn breaks,
when the pain leaves me awake,
sweet sympathetic sleep will wait.
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