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Throughout life, there are those too important to let go. But no matter how hard anyone holds on, We'll all end up gone; There's a close to every show. You were precious in every sense of the word.
Hello, my love We haven’t spoken much lately. You say it’s the distance. I don’t believe that. Distance is just the time that it takes to make a mistake.
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