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Going to bed
Don't lull me, dear. I cannot sleep
Despite the fairy-tales you tell.
My arms around your neck; I weep.
You keep on whispering: ‘Sleep well.’
You chose a bitter lullaby
To make me close my broken eyes.
It doesn’t calm; it makes me cry
While you are humming tender lies.
I asked you tearfully to stay,
To leave a ray of light, a spark,
To hold my hand… You went away
And left me crying in the dark.
I pulled the blanket on my head
And whispered: ‘No, it isn’t true!’
You didn’t leave me in this bed.
It was a dream. It wasn’t you.
