Fortune Linuxando

• fortune@linuxando~ $fortune -m songspoems | cowsay

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Now that day wearies me,

My yearning desire

Will receive more kindly,

Like a tired child, the starry night.

Hands, leave off your deeds,

Mind, forget all thoughts;

All of my forces

Yearn only to sink into sleep.

And my soul, unguarded,

Would soar on widespread wings,

To live in night's magical sphere

More profoundly, more variously.

 -Hermann Hesse, "Going to Sleep"

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