Sleep

Painting Source: Lucian Freud no copyright infringement intended.

Where does it come from?
Where does it go?

Come, come my boy,
Here we go,
Your chest is stiff, that I know,
The fever insists, and you bow,

See, all those dogs are calm,
Only the barks of dogs from distant valley echoe,
The moon is spilling,
But the night is still cold,
Come, come,
Come in my chest,
Give your hands and put them here,
Let them warm, let them loose,

There, there
there you go,
Look how warm is your breath,
Slow in ease,
Let’s fall asleep, let’s fall asleep;

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