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His light went out and the world grew dim,

the time had come,
and though I had told myself I am not sad, 
each of my cells is heavy with aching.

I have closed the window on the world and turned inward to feel you..

I dare not cry 
still a silent stream of tears lines my face,

I am ok, for I am with you always
The best of me is the result of you

with loving respect

Dena

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