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Like a rose in the spring, my love starts to bloom . . . and time goes by. Like the reddest rose blooms fullest in the summer, my love is also in its fullest bloom . . . and time …
River of Life. We flow through life like the water in a stream. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow. Some manage to blend into the ocean of the world, but others just dry up and disappear. Tweet
No one dies happy, unless death means sweet release. Release from the pain and agony of life . . . release from all the bad things that have happened, are happening, and will ever happen . . . release from …