Let not the sunbeams fall upon my face Like wild dogs upon their wretched prey; But rather, let them miss my hiding place— O celestial sphere, please keep your hounds at bay!
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My window, covered tight with blackout shades, Has kept the beasts away another morn, Yet here I lie, awake! Not by their raids, But all the same I find myself reborn.
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Though sunlight I have managed to evade, By my circadian clock I’ve been betrayed.
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