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			<title>I've Lived Before</title>
			<description>I've lived beforeIn another time and placesometimes I can feel myself wanting to youflashbacks of power and beautyI've lived beforeIn another body with a different facesometimes I can feel things and know the unexplainedflashbacks of passion and nudityI've lived beforeIn another life and during olde..</description>
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			<title>Another Lifetime</title>
			<description>I wonder why our paths have never crossed...A Lifetime of memories never seen or lost.It seems as though some moment in time pastour paths came together at last.or maybe these feelings are just fatetrying to tell me something a little too late.all I do know is that I can't get you out of my mind.eve..</description>
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			<title>Thinking about you</title>
			<description>Thinking about you&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;By Robin Stimman&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 2/28/2011What am I going to do?I&amp;rsquo;m losing time, thinking aboutyou.My daydreams and my wet dreamsare about us.Then I come to my senses and Iwant to curse.Because I know you&amp;rsquo;re not goingto be t..</description>
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			<title>My Fantasie Fly</title>
			<description>My Fantasies FlyBy Robin Stimman2011&amp;nbsp;It's dark and quite in the house as I lay herethinking of you.My soft, silky, bare skin lays against these sheets of blue.My hand lightly traces the outline of my curves and the goose bumps on my skin shows through.I let my th..</description>
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