Why is this sad suffering?
Are you oblivious of
The divine diurnal existence?
A quantum of youth
retires to bed only at the wee
rarely the power-star rise they see.
Irradiation insinuating
and lumination ill, keep
you awake confiscating
the coveted comfort of sleep.
Slayed sommeil sickens
the system. A jeopardy of
benign balance that weakens
the fortress of dear corpora.
Sound Sleep, thou unravelled mystery
of wonder wealth, why not
strike them drowsing in time?
Pals, Knock this nemesis of
Nocturnal Existence out.
Health is thine, try it out.
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