Come Heavy Sleep
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[Verse]
Come, heavy sleep, the image of true death
And close up these my weary weeping eyes
Whose spring of tears doth stop my vital breath
And tears, my heart with sorrows, sigh, swollen cries
Come and posses my tired thoughts, worn soul
That living dies, until thou on me be stoule
Come shadow of my end, and shape of rest
Allied to death, child to his black-faced night
Come thou and charm these rebels in my breast
Whose waking fancies doe my mind a fright
Oh, come, sweet sleep, come, or I die for ever
Come here my last sleep comes, or come never
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