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    <title>come what may!</title>
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    <description>i'll wait 4ever</description>
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      <title>Unspoken Truth</title>
      <link>http://tagaraw.blogdrive.com/archive/7.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 28 Feb 2009 02:06:29 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
 Have you discovered the beginning, that you ask about the end?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Joanne is the answer...but what is the question?&amp;nbsp; Perhaps I'm posting&amp;nbsp; this love blog: the best I can do.&amp;nbsp; I've been setting for this a lot for too long, I guess.&amp;nbsp; And I'll never try to seek understanding from all persons that I've hurt for loving her.&amp;nbsp; I love her beyond all reasons.&amp;nbsp; In my diverse mind, I have loved her 10 times longer than I've loved someone else.&amp;nbsp; Is it an illusion?&amp;nbsp; She lives in my body, we're together in some real way, when all along, her heart beats in her own chest, pumping out her time, and that is something I can't touch.&amp;nbsp; I'm happy...I have my own tribe.&amp;nbsp; I belong to a tribe.&amp;nbsp; I've touched the life of the imagination...the real life.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Why do I love JDC as I do?&amp;nbsp; It becomes a question to which I crave for answers, perhaps to reassure myself of something...perhaps out of something...the hallmark of hopeless lovers.&amp;nbsp; I feel absolutely hollow, like someone carved me out like a pumpkin...but not every time I talk with her.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Brothers or sisters, kung sino man ang ma in-love sa kanya, (past, present or future), wouldn't you want her just to be who she is?&amp;nbsp; If I were granted a vision, I've always thought, I'd just want her to be happy.. successful...contented.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's hard to let go of the present if&amp;nbsp; we really don't have the past.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm Kiel...it's built into my name.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;     
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      <title>Beyond Forgetting</title>
      <link>http://tagaraw.blogdrive.com/archive/6.html</link>
      <pubDate>Fri, 08 Jun 2007 14:33:00 GMT</pubDate>
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&lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 0.8em; COLOR: #ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;For a moment I thought I could forget you. For a moment I thought I could still the restlessness in my heart, I thought the past could no longer haunt me – nor hurt me. How wrong I was!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 0.8em; COLOR: #ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;For the past, no matter how distant, is as much a part Of me as life itself. And you are part of that life. You are so much a part of me – of my dreams, my early hopes, my youth, and my ambitions – that in all my tasks I can’t help remembering you. Many&lt;BR&gt;little delights and things remind me of you.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 0.8em; COLOR: #ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Yes, I came. And would my pride mock my real feelings?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 0.8em; COLOR: #ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Would the love song, the sweet and lovely smile on your face, be lost among the deepening shadows?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 0.8em; COLOR: #ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I have wanted to be alone.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 0.8em; COLOR: #ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I thought I could forget you in silence and in song. And yet I remembered. For who could forget the memory of the once lovely, the once beautiful, the once happy world such as ours? &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 0.8em; COLOR: #ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I came because the song that I kept through the years is waiting to be sung. I cannot sing it without you. The song when sung alone will lose essence of its tune, because you and I had been one.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 0.8em&quot;&gt;I wanted this misery to end, because it is part&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 0.8em&quot;&gt; of my restlessness.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 0.8em&quot;&gt;Can’t you understand? Can’t you define the depth, and the tenderness of my feelings towards you?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 0.8em&quot;&gt; Yes, can’t you see how I suffer in this ever darkness without you?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 0.8em; COLOR: #ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;You went away because you mistook my silence for indifference. But silence, my dear, is the language of the heart. How could I essay the intensity of my love when silence speaks a more eloquent tone? But perhaps you didn’t understand.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 0.8em; COLOR: #ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Remember, I came, because the gnawing loneliness is there and will not be lost until the music is sung, until the poem is hear, until the silence is understood…until you come to me again.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P align=justify&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 0.8em; COLOR: #ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;For you alone can blend music and memory into one consuming ecstasy. You Alone.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;!-- begin(Yahoo ad) --&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/73465/click/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://ypn-rss.overture.com/rss/35557/73465/img/?url=http%3A%2F%2Ftagaraw.blogdrive.com%2Farchive%2F6.html&amp;amp;pid=1846251505&quot; alt=&quot;Ads by Yahoo!&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!-- end(Yahoo ad) --&gt;</description>
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      <title>overcast</title>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 19 Jun 2005 17:42:55 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>&lt;H3&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ccff00&gt;Overcast&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/H3&gt;
&lt;BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;!-- USE &lt;P&gt;, &lt;br&gt;
, &lt;/P&gt; --&gt;&lt;!-- BEGIN BODY OF POEM --&gt;I've&amp;nbsp;walk the earth, harrow the waters&lt;BR&gt;
I've got the night, the spine of the stars&lt;BR&gt;
To look&amp;nbsp;in the fields&amp;nbsp;forever&amp;nbsp;unmuch&lt;BR&gt;
In a strong yellow of a shadows touch&lt;BR&gt;
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I lost the time in a day like no other&lt;BR&gt;
I found the darkness in a line of gravel&lt;BR&gt;
Nothing to blow, no mortal to fall&lt;BR&gt;
Leaving the call in a winds crawl&lt;BR&gt;
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I drink its wine, listen to the sun&lt;BR&gt;
I climb the spirit of&amp;nbsp;its frozen time&lt;BR&gt;
Not an end for the breath of summer&lt;BR&gt;
The color of sorrow...&lt;BR&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;a fool to remember!&lt;br&gt;
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      <title>ohh life!</title>
      <link>http://tagaraw.blogdrive.com/archive/4.html</link>
      <pubDate>Fri, 30 Jul 2004 05:05:58 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Episode Two</title>
      <link>http://tagaraw.blogdrive.com/archive/3.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 19 Jun 2004 06:55:16 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>&lt;FONT size=4&gt;It was June 19, 2001.&amp;nbsp; I was then hesitant to attend the second day of school.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;As I expect&amp;nbsp;that it&amp;nbsp;will be&amp;nbsp;an ordinary, long, and tiresome Tuesday.&amp;nbsp; I believe that only unorthodox professors conduct classes on the first week of a semester.&amp;nbsp; It's not really normal for me to attend the first few days of school.&amp;nbsp; For practical reasons of a working student like me, I&amp;nbsp;take the&amp;nbsp;advantage of my allowable absences before I report to my instructors.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;
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But&amp;nbsp;for a change,&amp;nbsp;that date was different.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I have no reason&amp;nbsp;to skipped my Management 15 class.&amp;nbsp; My employer permitted me to have an indefinite study&amp;nbsp;leave in order to complete my BS Accountancy&amp;nbsp;degree.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It has long&amp;nbsp;been&amp;nbsp;over due.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;
&lt;BR&gt;So there was me, finally free from that pathetic magazines.&amp;nbsp; I'm done with editing and conformed to auditing.&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;FONT size=4&gt;It was an eccentric&amp;nbsp; Tuesday night class.&amp;nbsp; Unbelievably, I attended the second day for Management 15.&amp;nbsp; I met familiar faces and new classmates.&amp;nbsp; I was impressed with my instructor when I learned that he was present on the first day (Monday) and even arranged already a seat plan for our section.&amp;nbsp; As usual , I was&amp;nbsp;situated at the last row beside that monstrous aircon unit.&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;FONT size=4&gt;While waiting for our professor, I was contemplating on my&amp;nbsp;chair when I saw this girl.&amp;nbsp; It was the first time that&amp;nbsp;I saw her in&amp;nbsp; school.&amp;nbsp; For a moment I observed every gestures she made.&amp;nbsp; All the movements and swings of her body, in every angle and degree, in every expression of her pretty face, her beautiful long hair...just everthing in this girl.&amp;nbsp; I told myself that she could not be real.&amp;nbsp; An angel, a&amp;nbsp;goddess or a fairy?&lt;br&gt;
&lt;BR&gt;The feelings was already there and I tried to denied it! I closed my eyes, prayed, and tried to forget everything I saw.&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;FONT size=4&gt;As the 90 minutes of the subject have passed, I did not bother to know her name.&amp;nbsp; I know that it's not right and just let the day end and forget about it!&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;FONT size=4&gt;But the more I denied my emotions, the more it haunted me.&amp;nbsp; Then came another week, a Monday class.&amp;nbsp; I tried not to find&amp;nbsp;and look at her.&amp;nbsp; I tried to evade chances of seeing her.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And when I just&amp;nbsp;thought that I was prevailing on...&amp;nbsp; 'til I needed something to attached my picture with my index card.&amp;nbsp; Nobody in the class has paste or glue.&amp;nbsp; But one of our classmates&amp;nbsp; borrowed stapler to somebody for me. And that somebody was her.&amp;nbsp; That was when I knew her name and lingered in my ears until now...&quot;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc3333&gt;Joanne&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&quot;.&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I returned the stapler and said &quot;thank you&quot;.&amp;nbsp; I've got no replies and no reactions from her.&amp;nbsp; But it was one of the happiest moments in my life.&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Then came the next days and class&amp;nbsp;meetings.&amp;nbsp; I could not helped it, she captured my heart.&amp;nbsp; She is truely one of the perfect creations that the universe has.&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;FONT size=4&gt;There was a&amp;nbsp;time when I saw her in the stairs of the second floor of the building as she was reviewing for a quiz for her Computer 3 subject.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I know that she&amp;nbsp;looked at me secretly&amp;nbsp;and tried to hide her sweet smiles.&amp;nbsp;This is just&amp;nbsp;one of the many unexplainable&amp;nbsp;moments that followed more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;FONT size=4&gt;There were many &quot;by-chances&quot; situations that we encountered.&amp;nbsp; They call it&amp;nbsp;coincidence, serendipity, or simply &quot;nagkataon&quot; or maybe &quot;fate&quot;?.&amp;nbsp; It was certainly unexplainable situations that I was even misinterpreted as stalker.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;
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She knows it.&amp;nbsp;I believe that there is a great force that is guiding us.&amp;nbsp; If she can only accept it,&amp;nbsp;then&amp;nbsp;she can clearly see the spirit of love that controls everything between us.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;BR&gt;I will never forget those brief moments&amp;nbsp;everytime I saw her.&amp;nbsp; They are well documented in my heart and and in my spirit!&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Where ever you are now...if the future is really for us...and if that &quot;by-chance&quot; situation will find us again, then it is meant to lasts! &lt;br&gt;
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      <title>to joanne dear!</title>
      <link>http://tagaraw.blogdrive.com/archive/2.html</link>
      <pubDate>Tue, 08 Jun 2004 11:10:22 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=4&gt;Kumusta ka na kaya? I've been waiting for you to visit this blog and atleast make a comment!&amp;nbsp; There are so many things that I wanted to tell you personally...kaya lang di talaga pwede!&amp;nbsp; Marami tayong restrictions...but anyway my feelings will never ever&amp;nbsp;change!&amp;nbsp; I will always love you...for the rest of my life!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6633&gt;Once upon a time, there was an island where all &lt;br&gt;
the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, and all &lt;br&gt;
of the others including Love. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;BR&gt;One day it was announced to the feelings that &lt;br&gt;
the island would sink, so all repaired their &lt;br&gt;
boats and left. Love was the only one who &lt;br&gt;
stayed. Love wanted to persevere until the last &lt;br&gt;
possible moment. When the island was almost &lt;br&gt;
sinking, Love decided to ask for help.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;BR&gt;Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. &lt;br&gt;
Love said, &quot;Richness, can you take me with you?&quot; &lt;br&gt;
Richness answered, &quot;No I can't....there is a lot &lt;br&gt;
of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place &lt;br&gt;
for you here.&quot;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;BR&gt;Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing &lt;br&gt;
by in a beautiful vessel, &quot;Vanity, please help &lt;br&gt;
me!&quot; &quot;I can't help you Love, You are all wet and &lt;br&gt;
might damage my boat,&quot; Vanity answered.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;BR&gt;Sadness was close by so Love asked for &lt;br&gt;
help, &quot;Sadness let me go with &lt;br&gt;
you.&quot; &quot;Oh.....Love, I am so sad that I need to &lt;br&gt;
be my myself!&quot;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;BR&gt;Happiness passed by Love too, but she was so &lt;br&gt;
happy that she did not even hear when Love &lt;br&gt;
called her!&lt;br&gt;
&lt;BR&gt;Suddenly, there was a voice, &quot;Come Love, I will &lt;br&gt;
take you.&quot; It was an elder. Love felt so blessed &lt;br&gt;
and overjoyed that he even forgot to ask the &lt;br&gt;
elder her name.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;BR&gt;When they arrived at dry land, the elder went &lt;br&gt;
her own way. Love realizing how much he owed the &lt;br&gt;
elder, asked Knowledge, another elder, &quot;Who &lt;br&gt;
helped me?&quot;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;BR&gt;&quot;It was Time&quot;, Knowledge answered.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;BR&gt;&quot;Time?&quot; asked Love. &quot;But why did Time help me?&quot;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;BR&gt;Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and &lt;br&gt;
answered, &quot;Because only Time is capable of &lt;br&gt;
understanding how great Love is.&quot;&lt;br&gt;
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      <title>lately...my sun doesn't shine...without you!</title>
      <link>http://tagaraw.blogdrive.com/archive/1.html</link>
      <pubDate>Tue, 19 Jun 2001 02:30:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#ffff00 size=4&gt;It feels like a lifetime, &lt;br&gt;
&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#ffff00 size=4&gt;a thousand days have passed by &lt;br&gt;
Since I held you close to me &lt;br&gt;
If I could see that smile from my friend &lt;br&gt;
I know that I could live again &lt;br&gt;
I need you here with me &lt;br&gt;
&lt;BR&gt;Heaven knows what to say &lt;br&gt;
Even though for right now you're so far away &lt;br&gt;
I hope and I pray &lt;br&gt;
Somewhere in your heart I'll always stay &lt;br&gt;
&lt;BR&gt;Girl, lately my sun doesn't shine without you &lt;br&gt;
Never noticed what it feels like to be without you &lt;br&gt;
Feels like I took my last step and my last breath &lt;br&gt;
in my life ending &lt;br&gt;
Had to say just what I was feeling, girl &lt;br&gt;
‘Cause my sun doesn't shine, sun doesn't shine &lt;br&gt;
without you &lt;br&gt;
&lt;BR&gt;This is more for me than for you &lt;br&gt;
Girl, I finally see there's no substitute &lt;br&gt;
For what we have &lt;br&gt;
Do you know how much I love you &lt;br&gt;
&lt;BR&gt;Heaven knows what to say &lt;br&gt;
&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffff00&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;Even though for right now you're so far away &lt;br&gt;
Gonna tell you and show you &lt;br&gt;
Do whatever I can do to get back to you &lt;br&gt;
&lt;BR&gt;Girl, lately my sun doesn't shine without you &lt;br&gt;
Never noticed what it feels like to be without you &lt;br&gt;
Feels like I took my last step and my last breath &lt;br&gt;
in my life ending &lt;br&gt;
Had to say just what I was feeling, girl &lt;br&gt;
‘Cause my sun doesn't shine, sun doesn't shine &lt;br&gt;
without you&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;br&gt;
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&lt;FONT face=&quot;Courier New&quot; color=#ff0033 size=7&gt;jdc '02&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;FONT color=#cc0033 size=1&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ff33&gt;the love of my life...the girl of my dreams...and the reason for my existence!&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;FONT color=#ffff33 size=4&gt;love&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;people say being in love is so nice&lt;br&gt;
giving such feeling can never be describe&lt;br&gt;
inspiring you in everything you do&lt;br&gt;
sometimes your not aware, it changes you&lt;br&gt;
&lt;BR&gt;love, simple word but nobody can explain&lt;br&gt;
for you cannot understand the feeling you'll gain&lt;br&gt;
the happiness that brings you to heaven&lt;br&gt;
the pain it will caused puts you into grave&lt;br&gt;
&lt;BR&gt;falling in love is like ur in a cloud nine&lt;br&gt;
it gives you smile, a lasting smile&lt;br&gt;
but if a tear falls, your heart breaks&lt;br&gt;
for there is no love without pain&lt;br&gt;
&lt;BR&gt;it gives melody to your ear&lt;br&gt;
a soft music you will love to hear&lt;br&gt;
to stumble and get hurt is your fear&lt;br&gt;
in the name of love you'll shed a tear!!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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