In the night when I can not sleep,
when I dream about dreaming
when even God is sleeping
and the devil is out looking
for lost souls.
I think about silly things,
I think about the baker
who just woke up, his
poor wife, leaving a
warm bed for a warm
oven, the small old
security man counting
every minute regretting
ever being born.
The garbage man
desperately thinking
of how...
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