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There is wrath and envy, trouble and dread,
    terror of death, fury and strife.
Even when one lies on his bed to rest,
    his cares disturb his sleep at night.
So short is his rest it seems like none,
    till in his dreams he struggles as he did by day,
Troubled by the visions of his mind,
    like a fugitive fleeing from the pursuer.
As he reaches safety, he wakes up,
    astonished that there was nothing to fear.

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