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If I should die before the rest of you, Break not a flower nor inscribe a stone. Nor, when I'm gone, speak in a Sunday voice, But be the usual selves that I have known. Weep if you must, Parting is hell. But life goes on, So........ sing as well.

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CourtneyBTrestrail

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CourtneyBTrestrail

Published: Jun 27, 2014
Time: 1m

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