Why do you lie with your legs ungainly huddled, And one arm bent across your sullen, cold, Exhausted face? It hurts my heart to watch you, Deep-shadowed from the candle`s guttering gold; And you wonder why I shake you by the shoulder; Drowsy, you mumble and sigh and turn your head… You are too young to fall asleep for ever; And when you sleep you remind me of the dead.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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