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I awake with a start
In the darkness of night
And the clock reads two A.M.
And try as I may,
Though I toss and I turn,
I can't get to sleep again.
As I lie in the dark
And my thoughts start to fight,
A memory begins:
It was brightness of day
With a summery burn
And through the field we ran.