Sleep
May death come swift and sweetAnd take me in my sleep
Upon a bed I rest
The devil be my guest
The peace I seek I shall not find
The devil is inside my mind
He opens doors to all I see
And holds the pain in front of me
Sleep
May death come swift and sweetPoetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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