Come, Mister Sandman, sprinkle some dust;
I am not weary, but slumber I must.
The cares of this world have wound me up tight
and I cannot sleep, though it's well into night.
I labor all day, truly fearsome travail;
the tasks are too great - I cannot prevail.
Like millions of others, I purchase my fate
and trust those six numbers despair to abate.
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