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    I awake to
    The unfamiliar quiet
    Of a respite
    Sought and dreamed of
    I am present
    In a life of my own making
    The past bottled
    The future yet ahead
    Oh to stay here
    To revel briefly in the sun
    To treasure every second
    That the clouds are gone
    But I must move
    And fear with each step and word
    The spell of relief
    Will come undone

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