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I wakened on my hot, hard bed; / Upon the pillow lay my head; / Beneath the pillow I could hear / My little watch was ticking clear. / I thought the throbbing of it went / Like my continual discontent; / I thought it said in every tick: / I am so sick, so sick, so sick; / O death, come quick, come quick, come quick, / Come quick, come quick, come quick, come quick.