Lisa M. KleinWhat is a man's life but a prelude to his death? And what is death but a long sleep, a most welcome forgetfulness.
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In the words of William Shakespeare, “What is a man's life but a prelude to his death? And what is death but a long sleep, a most welcome forgetfulness.” Life may be fleeting and we may die one day, but the memories we make will last a lifetime.
Source: Ophelia
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