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He was the shadow to my tree,
A quiet presence, steady, and free
Not the roots that bind the earth,
But the shade that proves my worth
Where I stood, strong and tall,
He lingered, soft, a gentle call
Not seeking light, but giving space,
A whispered calm in my embrace
Together, we stood, one in form,
In sun and storm, in heat and warm.
He was the quiet, subtle grace
That filled the silence in my space
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