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weary, let me sleep In some great embroidered bed, With soft pillows for my head. I am weary, let me sleep Petals of sweet roses shed All around a perfumed heap White as pearls, and ruby red; Curtains closely drawn to keep Wings of darkness o'er me spread I am weary, let me sleep In some great embroidered bed. Let me dream that I am dead,