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Wilfrid Benjamin

Sixty years today was my happiest, eight years today my saddest.

No matter how I spend my days, no matter what I do, no morning dawns, no evening falls, without the thoughts of love for you.

It broke my heart to lose you but three things make me glad, the love and joy you bought me and the happy years I had.

All my love.

Joan.

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