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He smelled the garden, the yellow shield of light smote his eyes, and he whispered, "Life is so beautiful." ... Yes, he thought, if I can die saying, "Life is so beautiful," then nothing else is important.

He smelled the garden, the yellow shield of light smote his eyes, and he whispered, Life is so beautiful. ... Yes, he thought, if I can die saying, Life is so beautiful, then nothing else is important.