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Poetry
It seems to me that all this time,

I have shut closed my eyes.

Sleeping yet with no rest,

With no dreams to pierce my night.

But I awaken to the morning and rise,

And I feel that strangely, wonderfully

My soul is not a burden,

But is free and light.

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