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"I count myself in nothing so happy As in a soul rememb'ring my good friends." (William Shakespeare)
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Thank You for being faithful till the end. What have I to be upset about, what have I to grouse the beauty of the world, for the sunshine and for the laughter of young hearts. I thank You for sending the rain to heal the world, to take away the destruction that we've dealt with our tiny fists, perforating this sphere on which we live so abundantly. What have I to worry, what have we to worry.
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I'm so happy I could cry. (;
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