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  * @--                                             --@ *
  * |        In cloak of           flowers, my        | *
  *        dreams deny your     death, deceiving        *
  *      my heart, believing   instead in the life      *
  *     and love and laughter which reigns in these     *
  *    memories. In places yet unknown inside me the    *
  *    clustered fruit of melancholy ripens, to fall    *
  *    and mingle in the windfall carpet which forms    *
  *    my source of growth and blossoming. It leaves    *
  *    a legacy of humour, courage, kindness, caring    *
  *     and, above all these, enduring love. Now is     *
  *      the measure of your spirit revealed to me      *
  *       that I may build upon that strength and       *
  *        take comfort in your freedom. The new        *
  *          day dawns and, once again, I face          *
  *             the unknown world. Yet this             *
  *                chapter starts afresh                *
  *                  with your example                  *
  *                    to follow. Ah                    *
  *                      Princess,                      *
  *                        sweet                        *
  *                         joy                         *
  * |                        !                        | *
  * @--                                             --@ *
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