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Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

The song has ended, but the melody lingers on.

In the end its not the years in your life that count, its the life in your years.

Each day comes bearing its own gifts, don't forget to untie the ribbons.

The twilight of enchanted days, we lived together in sun-filled rays.

Loved until the end of time.

Your life and and your memory will always be a treasure.

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