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She I have walked with through the years This friend, silent until I choose To reveal her hidden beauty, Has grown so close to me That we are intertwined. There were never harsh words. No reproach for the days Stretched to unite her will and mine. But her weight against my shoulder, Warmth of wood under the cheek, Told the heart that of all paths This one could not be denied. In these common years I have learned To hold her in this loose embrace Arms in readiness at her side. In these passing years I have come to understand The longing for her voice, not mine.
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