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			<title>My True Love  I Have A Feeling That I Can Comprehend my true love</title>
			<description>romatic</description>
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			<title>A lovers dance</title>
			<description>A romentic one</description>
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			<title> my love</title>
			<description>A Gentle Word Like A Spark Of Light,Illuminates My SoulAnd As Each Sound Goes Deeper,It's You That Makes Me WholeThere Is No Corner, No Dark Place,Your Love Cannot FillAnd If The World Starts Causing Waves,It's Your Devotion That Makes Them StillAnd Yes You Always Speak To Me,In Sweet Hon..</description>
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			<title>A special world</title>
			<description>A Special WorldA Special World For You And MeA Special Bond One Cannot SeeIt Wraps Us Up In Its CocoonAnd Holds Us Fiercely In Its Womb.Its Fingers Spread Like Fine Spun GoldGently Nestling Us To The FoldLike Silken Thread It Holds Us FastBonds Like This Are Meant To Last.And Though At T..</description>
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			<title>my love for thee</title>
			<description>WHEN MY HEART GLANCED AT THEE. IT MELTED LIKE A SNOW UNDER THE SUNLIT. I LOVE THEE FROM THE CENTRE OF MY HEART.  MY LOVE FOR THEE IS DEEPER THAN THE OCEAN.WITHOUT THEE ELVIS LEAVE THE HOUSE. WITHOUT THEE I FEEL SOLUTUDE. MY TICKER BEAT FOR THEE. I REQUIRE TO RETAIN THEE THE REST OF MY LIFE.</description>
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