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I’m over you, dear. Can’t you see I’ve stopped crying? Those are not wet tears. I’m over you, dear. And my vision now is clear Now that we’re no longer trying. I’m over you, my dear. Can’t you see? I’ve stopped crying. Stephanie Cottrell Bryant April 14, 2003 © 2003, Stephanie Cottrell Bryant. Written by […]