When One Is Sleeping
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When one is sleeping,
Another remains active.
And five others are
On guard.
I realize,
I must not stay there,
With air and
With fire.
It is true, for me
There is never birth
Nor death.
It is true, I am
Not slain, but
Fight with nature.
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