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Some wanted the freedom to be anyone they wanted, some of us wanted the freedom to be left alone.
Beautiful things are short-lived,
beauty is ephemeral and fleeting,
where there’s life there’s hope. I’ll hope.”
“Someone is just dead!” said the little girl; for her old grandmother, the only person who had loved her, and who was now no more, had told her, that when a star falls, a soul ascends to God.
