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 "title": "To Sleep",
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   {
    "text": "O soft embalmer of the still midnight,",
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   {
    "text": "Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,",
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   {
    "text": "Our gloom-pleased eyes, embower’d from the light,",
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   {
    "text": "Enshaded in forgetfulness divine:",
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   {
    "text": "O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, close,",
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   {
    "text": "In midst of this thine hymn, my willing eyes,",
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   {
    "text": "Or wait the amen, ere thy poppy throws",
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    "text": "Around my bed its dewy charities;",
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   {
    "text": "Then save me, or the passed day will shine",
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   {
    "text": "Upon my pillow, breeding many woes;",
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   {
    "text": "Save me from curious conscience, that still lords",
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   {
    "text": "Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole;",
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   {
    "text": "Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards,",
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   {
    "text": "And seal the hushed casket of my soul.",
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