Forty Winks

THE
SLEEP, IT
FELL UPON
US LIKE A SHADE
PULLED TO A WINDOW.
IT LULLED US IN, AND SO
SWIFTLY DID WE ACCEPT. FOR
THE DAY WAS FULL OF GRANDIOSE
PROCEEDINGS. NO ONE COULD HAVE GUESSED HOW
LONG THAT SLUMBER WOULD LAST. IT SOON ENDED.

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