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Everywhere were jolly faces,

Jolly faces in a sunny day,

A sunny day for a busy body,

A busy body that never thought,

Never thought that "that day will be marked."

Marked by a black cloth,

A black cloth that cover the stories,

The stories of the other sunny days, the great days,

The great days that was forever buried.

Buried under the file of muddy Earth,

The muddy Earth that will forever be the shelter,

The shelter of a body,

A body of a very dear friend."

In Memoriam of

Quezan Chua

May 11, 1987-Nov. 13, 2006

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