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I did not wake up
one summer
morning.
No,
I slept
in vain.
And as I awoke
that summer
evening,
I,
ached with
your pain.
For days before then,
my shoulders
would bear,
all,
of your
problems.
And that was because
I promised
to hear,
and,
would not
judge them.
I did not wake up
one summer
morning.
No,
for I
was tamed.
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