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 We've lived through sunny days And star-kissed nights We loved, we laughed But then we cried. Eighteen months ago Our hopes and our dreams Just withered and died. Before I go to sleep tonight There's one thing I must do TO MY DARLING MILT: HAPPY BIRTHDAY IN HEAVEN And God's blessings to you. Dear Milt, Today on your birthday, I want to ask you the question you always asked me: "Do you know what I love about you?" And the answer, like yours, is "Everything!" I miss you so much. Annette July 21, 2012   
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