| G r e t z k y F r e s c o |
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| While still I may, I write for you The love I lived, the dream I knew. From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye. W.B. Yeats |
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| G r e t z k y F r e s c o |
| n, person [Gret-Skee-Fress-Ko] |
| While still I may, I write for you The love I lived, the dream I knew. From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye. W.B. Yeats |
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