I beg you let me sleep.
From lack of rest I sorely need to mend
I spend my days as an unliving wight
The sleep you rob me of will be my end
A night that brings no rest does most offend
You know your ways are blotting out my light
From lack of sleep I sorely need to mend
Against your lovely lures I must contend
But every night you win to your delight
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I dern't mention that when I essayed a villanelle I mostly stole and cheated badly
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