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O soft embalmer of the still midnight,
Save me from curious conscience, that still hoards
Its strength for darkness, burrowing like the mole;
Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards,
And seal the hushed casket of my soul.
words taken from ‘To Sleep’, a poem by Keats