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'Mom,why do the best people die so soon?' 'when you're

'Mom,why do the best people die so soon?'

'when you're in a garden, which flowers do you pick first?'

'The most beautiful ones'

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posted February 11, 2015 at 8:51pm UTC tagged with love, inspirational, spreadthelove, muslim, quote

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Most of us can't sleep when we are falling in love. Same thing as we can't sleep when that love starts to fade.
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