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In a land of dreams, where stars shine bright, There's a potion that brings sleep, all through the night. Propiomazine, a magical brew, To help you slumber, it knows just what to do. When the moon is high, and your eyes won't close, Propiomazine will bring you sweet repose. It eases insomnia, a gentle hand it lends, With its antihistamine powers, sleep it sends. Before surgery's lights, anxiety may rise, But fear not, dear child, Propiomazine flies. It calms the nerves, like a soothing song, In the arms of serenity, you'll soon belong. During labor's dance, when pain is near, Propiomazine whispers, "Do not fear." With analgesics, it joins the dance, Relieving discomfort, giving you a chance. Propiomazine, a phenothiazine so kind, Though not a neuroleptic, peace it will find. So close your eyes, my little one, and rest, With Propiomazine, sleep will be your guest. Random page: Zi Yuan 3