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Maria Sol  Porcel de Peralta
                                                 July 5,  1979
                                             Caldil,  Argentina


           H ey,  Little  Sister  ...  M illie
                                                 H A V E
           Vanillie  ...  Marilise:  I  wish  1
           could  sing  half  as  well  as  you   NO
           do  ...  I’m practicing  ...  “Dijo la   F E A R
           princesa con su abitual timidez!       O F
           ...  Oh,  my  God,  Danielle,  oh,
                                                 W H A T
           my God  ...
                                                 T H E
                                               F U T U R E
                                                H O L D S
                                                  F O R
                                                 GOD
                                                H O L D S
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           Maria  ...  Maria  Sol  ...  Marisol  ...  Marucha  ...
           Marilla ... S o l... Solcito ... T o  God: my love for
           You will always last,  and no matter what I do I
           know You will always be there for me ... Thank
           You,  Lord  ...  Mami y Papi:  Gracias por darme
           el regalo de una ninez y por todas las veces que
           me han ayudado  ...  Traci:  always keep a smile
           on  your  face  ...  I’m  O K ,  H eather  ...  just
           crushed against the windshield.  That’s all!!!  ...
           So,  how’s  Mr.  Bon  Jovi?  ...  Right  on  Ali  ...
           What did you say, Corey?!? I couldn’t hear you
           ... Nicole keep that sweetness you have ... Mo:
           keep practicing that French  ...  I love you all ...
           Las amo a todas ... Je vous aimes beaucoup!  “So live, that when thy summons come to join the innumerable caravan, whit
                                                     moves to that mysterious realm,  ...  thou go not, like the quarry slave at nigf
                                                     scourged to  his dungeon,  but,  sustained  and  soothed by an  unfaltering  tru
                                                     approach thy grave,  like  one who wraps the drapery of his couch about hii
                                                     and lies down to pleasant dreams.” William Cullen Bryant
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