Dear to me is sleep: still more, being made of stone,While pain and guilt still linger here below,Blindness and numbness — Michelangelo Buonarroti
Dear to me is sleep: still more, being made of stone,While pain and guilt still linger here below,Blindness and numbness — Michelangelo Buonarroti
Dear to me is sleep: still more, being made of stone,While pain and guilt still linger here below,Blindness and numbness — Michelangelo Buonarroti
Dear to me is sleep: still more, being made of stone,While pain and guilt still linger here below,Blindness and numbness — Michelangelo Buonarroti
Dear to me is sleep: still more, being made of stone,While pain and guilt still linger here below,Blindness and numbness — Michelangelo Buonarroti
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Dear to me is sleep: still more, being made of stone,While pain and guilt still linger here below,Blindness and numbness--these please me alone;Then do not wake me, keep your voices low.

— Michelangelo Buonarroti
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