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			<title>Home</title>
			<description>One day she awoke with him at her bedside.His hand softly brushing her wet cheek.&quot;Do not shed these tears my dear. The sight of them bring me much anguish. I wish to fight these evil spirits that lay their pain upon you&quot;.Softly and swiftly she got up caressing the soft velvet shirt he had on.She cou..</description>
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			<title>Were we too late?</title>
			<description>At that time those&amp;nbsp;words,those feelings,they had meaning.How can something suddenly not have meaning anymore?Did they only count for that time?Is that how it is?Are they just temporary?When they expire do you have to renew them?When you're too late, do they just go away?Is that how it works?&amp;nb..</description>
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