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Love isn't Lost


On a rock at the river's bank he sat, weeping till a figure appeared. "Why are you crying little man?" He looked up, said, "a most beautiful angel, who led me through thorns, is torn from me. I need her back." He pitied him but said, "Get up, and move on. She did her job and left."

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