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The sun only shines...
So too, with my love for her.
She didn't have to ask...
I did the right thing, and set her free.
Her happiness and well-being....
Was more important than my own.
And once more....
She brought out the best in me.
All... in its own way... is a release.
Even love.
And the rain fell and the sun shone.
Timothy E. Stevenson November 25, 2001©
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