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One day you stand at their grave while tears run down your face. You'll drop to your knees, sob, place their favorite flower on top of it, light a candle and whisper:

"I don't regret it, it was worth (taking) the risk"

Stand up, let your tears dry and laugh at the memories (while the wind howls around you)

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