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I was standing under the canopy when he came by with death marching on his face-- his wrinkles all curved into his grim mouth so I couldn't
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You see, then? I was no dreamer you awoke from sleep. All my dreams are gone now; they deserted me long before this land was a land of drea
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I miss the days when it was only you and me. When no one, nothing else mattered in the whole wide universe but our expanding love, that grew like roses after the rain. Now, my
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Andree Lafete, 235A. Nee le 15 mars, 1947.
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Why am I still here? Tortured for all my life because you are so painfully perfect... sent from heaven, a dark heavenly blow.
I want to wipe away my tears and go on... But
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