If I knew that today would be the last time I’d see you,
I would hug you tight and pray the Lord be the keeper of your soul.
If I knew that this would be the last time you pass through this door,
I’d embrace you, kiss you, and call you back for one more.
If I knew that this would be the last time I would hear your voice,
I’d take hold of each word to be able to hear it over and over again.
If I knew this is the last time I see you, I’d tell you I love you,
and would not just assume foolishly you know it already.
Gabriel García Márquez,one hundred years of solitude
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