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Via Con Dios

October 23, 2009

We are born

We grow up

We grow old

wither…

 But it is most sad…

when the young ones go first…

Via con dios pamangkin ko…

May you find eternal bliss and sunshine amidst

heavens’ clouds…

We love you…

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