Poetry, composed during a night of insomnia

I can not sleep, no fire;
Throughout the darkness and sleep tiresome.
The clock only monotonous
Is heard near me.
Parks Indian Lepetani,
Sleeping nights flutter,
Life Myší running ...
What are you disquieted me?
What you mean, dull whisper?
Ukorizna, or grumbling
I lost the day?
From me what you want?
You call or prophesies?
I understand you want,
I sense in you looking for ...

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