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Through stormy skies and the darkest of nights,
He shone upon me, pure and bright.
His words like whispers in the wind,
Filled my heart with love, within.

But as seasons changed and shadows rose,
His light grew dim.
No longer did I bask in his glow,
Alone I withered, lost.

Yet still I stand, a sunflower strong,
Remembering the light that once was mine.
For even in darkness, I remember us,
I was his sunflower and he was my light.
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