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Poem by Sara Teasdale
EVERY night I lie awake And every day I lie abed And hear the doctors, Pain and Death, Confering at my head. They speak in scientific tones, Professional and low-- One argues for a speedy cure, The other, sure and slow. To one so humble as myself It should be matter for some pride To have such noted fellows here, Conferring at my side.
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