Sleep

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    Sleep

     May death come swift and sweet
    And take me in my sleep
    Upon a bed I rest
    The devil be my guest
    The peace I seek I shall not find
    The devil is inside my mind
    He opens doors to all I see
    And holds the pain in front of me

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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