Sleep, when the tragedy of life becomes too much to bear
Sleep.
It will come, it will come.
Forgo a turn, bring out the urn
Sleep.
The only path to tranquility.
Sleep, when only ashes stare back
Sleep.
It will come, it will come.
Shut out the voices, shut out the light
Sleep.
It is gone, it was never there.
There is no need to feel, when coldness is so welcoming
Sleep.
It will come, it will come.
Forget.
Let go.
Soar.
Sleep.
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