Take A Bow
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Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken
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You stand beside me, not in shadow,
not in front to lead, nor behind to follow,
but here, where hands find hands
without asking.
Love is not loud, not a grand parade,
but the quiet knowing of when to step forward,
when to step back,
when to let me fall, when to catch me.
No need for applause, no curtain call,
only the silent bow we take each day
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not for the world, but for each other.
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