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            left me, sweet, two legacies, - A legacy of love A Heavenly Father would content, Had He the offer of; You
            left me boundaries of pain | 
| Love is, above all, the gift of oneself. - Jean Anouilh, When I am sad and 
			weary. When I think all hope has gone.  Those have most power to hurt us that we love. - Francis Beaumont, 
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			weary. When I think all hope has gone.  Those have most power to hurt us that we love. - Francis Beaumont, 
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| Love is, above all, the gift of oneself. - Jean Anouilh, When I am sad and 
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| Love is, above all, the gift of oneself. - Jean Anouilh, When I am sad and 
			weary. When I think all hope has gone.  Those have most power to hurt us that we love. - Francis Beaumont, 
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| Love is, above all, the gift of oneself. - Jean Anouilh, When I am sad and 
			weary. When I think all hope has gone.  Those have most power to hurt us that we love. - Francis Beaumont, 
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