[pumkin113b]

 
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
 
 

[Autorius]

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