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-Shadow'D 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.
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