My mind is fried,
My hands have died,
My strength long gone,
My eyes, "so long!"
I write these lines,
With not much time
And type away
And almost sway
Into that sleep,
That faithful sleep.
But I must type
And still must write.

My mind is fried,
My hands have died,
My strength long gone,
My eyes, "so long!"
I write these lines,
With not much time
And type away
And almost sway
Into that sleep,
That faithful sleep.
But I must type
And still must write.
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