Don't cry after my death, I won't know it.Love me when I am alive. — Luffina Lourduraj
Don't cry after my death, I won't know it.Love me when I am alive. — Luffina Lourduraj
Don't cry after my death, I won't know it.Love me when I am alive. — Luffina Lourduraj
Don't cry after my death, I won't know it.Love me when I am alive. — Luffina Lourduraj
Don't cry after my death, I won't know it.Love me when I am alive. — Luffina Lourduraj
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Don't cry after my death, I won't know it.Love me when I am alive.

— Luffina Lourduraj
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