Sleep being a cure that ails me,
I long for the ale that cures me.
But since I quail to stir me
from this chair where stews me,
I fail to procure me
any.
I don't dream 'cuz I don't sleep,
But the moon is hanging like your hat
The sun comes up- well I don't see
The curtains tied up like a batI have to know
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