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EVERY night I lie awake / And every day I lie abed / And hear the doctors, Pain and Death, / Conferring at my head.
They speak in scientific tones, / Professional and low -- / One argues for a speedy cure, / The other, sure and slow.
To one so humble as myself / It should be matter for some pride / To have such noted fellows here, / Conferring at my side.