Let us drink from the waters of Lethe, let Orpheus steal us away
Away from this vale of tears, to a place where the spirits play
Where everything is possible, and let us frolic there, until the end of days.
Sleep, the last refuge of the truly unhappy, has been denied to me
Forgive the sense of entitlement, from which we are never truly free
It's just that I'm very tired, and now I would like to go to sleep.
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