"I lay me down and slumber,
and every morn revive -
Whose is the night-long breathing
that keeps me man alive.
When I was off to dreamland
and left my limbs forgot,
Who stayed at home to mind them
and breathed when I did not?
I waste my time in talking
No heed at all takes he
My kind and foolish comrade
That breathes all night for me."
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