For some arrived in August,
did not arrive painless night.
Grandfather clock three time
yet insomnia strikes.
Last night, or yesterday,
who knows, a happy dream like this.
Sorrow, and the pain of miscible
night in the mist of a ball doing so.
That ball was floating in my dreams time,
the writer's pain was controlled heavy work.
I stayed in pain now closed,
I would like to remove the already
whether to move forward.
Fever nagging woman now, pale,
and I still slept, but
I do not like the insomnia still
peace may be.
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