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Awake
...
in the morning she still awakes rather alone,
lonely
in her thoughts and mourning…
…
it is a short while he lays tightly beside her,
donates
her his warmness,
presents
her with love,
kisses
“good morning” on her face…
And
she?
…
learns awaking no longer alone,
and
hopes to manage it, each morning…
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