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Better never to have met you in my dream than to wake and reach for hands that are not there. |
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You don't die from a broken heart - you only wish you did |
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Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation. |
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I like my money right where I can see it-hanging in my closet! |
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In a bowl of cheerios be a fruitloop |