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| Today is the day that I live. Not tomorrow, or the next day, just today. This day is the day that I can give, no hostages to time that may not turn this way again. Will laughter taste like tears upon the morrow? Will love that burns so fiercely now grow cold and turn to sorrow? I do not know. I cannot say. But as I greet the sunrise every morning, hear well the heartfelt promise words I say; Just as a new day starts with every dawing, I will always love you each today. |
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