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Let Me Rest
Beneath the moon, I seek the tender arms
Of Sleep, who dances just beyond my reach;
Her gentle whispers promise calm, and charms
The weary mind with every soothing speech.
Yet every time I near, she slips away,
A fleeting shadow, teasing in the...
Of Sleep, who dances just beyond my reach;
Her gentle whispers promise calm, and charms
The weary mind with every soothing speech.
Yet every time I near, she slips away,
A fleeting shadow, teasing in the...
