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	<title>Comments on: Love of a child</title>
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		<title>By: Michelle</title>
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		<dc:creator>Michelle</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Jul 2009 14:53:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This is a quote from a song I like....&quot;In our lives Love has hid her face to save her heart from breaking Into feeling In your eyes Joy gives way to pain Save your tears for the rain Visions stop at the ceiling Without each other What would we be We long to feel free And in our dreams We see What we need I hardly recognize myself it’s such a strange thing To find another woman walking in my blue jeans I’ve come so far and I’ve been so long away from home I’m like a photograph who’s image is still changing The letter that I never sent to you explaining All I want is a place for my heart to belong&quot; Sophie B Hawkins</description>
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