As the dark envelops the earth like a pall of gloom,I stay wide awake in my room,Tossing and turning in the bed,I wait for the sleep to come to my aid.But sleep remains aloof,Ever elusive,No matter how much I cajole itTo descend on my drooping eyelids.Ins

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