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<title>THE LIGHT OF LIFE WORKS ( Part 11)</title>
<description>The Orange Light
 
Sitting under  the sunset sky
The most beautiful sunset I have ever seen
Where the world is peaceful
Like a paradise should be
I watched in the orange light
I was looking for You
But , I could not see You
Could You see me?
I am worried without You
What will be happen?
What will behind the orange light?

Thanks for dear friend &#x22;Justin&#x22;( www.Justin.nl )
Painting and Poem by Lucia
Oil on</description>
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<pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2008 14:18:16 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>THE LIGHT OF LIFE WORKS ( Part 1)</title>
<description>The light of Life works


Are you still there?

I wonder if you can see me ? 

Or, that you can see the light?.

The lights of sunshine

I want  to take you  there

I &#x27;am waiting, thinking that you are still here.

The lights are so fast moving,

That I even thought you  never would come

The colors are so beautiful

I am worried being without you

Or ?  is it better like this ?

Cause the light will bring me in the right direction.


Painting and Poem By Lucia
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<pubDate>Thu, 17 Jul 2008 04:40:31 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>My plant nursery</title>
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<pubDate>Sat, 7 Jun 2008 06:05:40 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>The dog of art</title>
<description>The Dog of Art
  	
That dog with daisies for eyes
who flashes forth
flame of his very self at every bark
is the Dog of Art.
Worked in wool, his blind eyes
look inward to caverns and jewels
which they see perfectly,
and his voice
measures forth the treasure
in music sharp and loud,
sharp and bright,
bright flaming barks,
and growling smoky soft, the Dog
of Art turns to the world
the quietness of his eyes.

Denise Levertov</description>
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<pubDate>Fri, 6 Jun 2008 21:55:06 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>Sun</title>
<description> &#x3C;pre&#x3E;&#x3C;a href=&#x22;/photos/hi-res/78/12.jpg&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;img class=&#x22;alignmiddleb&#x22; src=&#x22;http://images.lucilenan.multiply.com/image/9/photos/78/300x300/12.jpg/walking%20on%20the%20beach.jpg?et=b9VfQenHkCiNIbmTTp5Yjw&#x26;amp;nmid=20830577&#x22; border=&#x22;0&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;/a&#x3E;&#x3C;font size=&#x22;3&#x22;&#x3E;SUN&#x3C;br style=&#x22;font-weight: bold;&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;br style=&#x22;font-weight: bold;&#x22;&#x3E;Let the sun shine in.  Yes it&#x27;s true.  Light can brighten your mood.&#x3C;br style=&#x22;font-weight: bold;&#x22;&#x3E;  Lamps are good, and even candles and other flames, but there is no&#x3C;br style=&#x22;font-weight: bold;&#x22;&#x3E; replacement for natural light from the sun.  You just can&#x27;t fool your body.&#x3C;br style=&#x22;font-weight: bold;&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;br style=&#x22;font-weight: bold;&#x22;&#x3E;So if you were wondering which of those renovation projects would make&#x3C;br style=&#x22;font-weight: bold;&#x22;&#x3E; you happiest...it&#x27;s the skylight.  It&#x27;s the bigger windows.  It&#x27;s the&#x3C;br style=&#x22;font-weight: bold;&#x22;&#x3E; greenhouse wall on the sunny side of the house.&#x3C;br style=&#x22;font-weight: bold;&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;br style=&#x22;font-weight: bold;&#x22;&#x3E;The happy guy&#x3C;/font&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;/pre&#x3E;</description>
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<pubDate>Sun, 4 May 2008 15:14:00 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>WAITING</title>
<description> &#x3C;pre style=&#x22;font-weight: bold;&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;font size=&#x22;3&#x22;&#x3E;WAITING&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;What are you waiting for?  Well, you might be waiting for a lot of&#x3C;br&#x3E; things.  In fact, most of us spend our lives waiting.  We wait for things&#x3C;br&#x3E; to get batter.  We wait for something exciting to happen.  We wait for&#x3C;br&#x3E; the kids to grow up.  We wait for life to get batter.  &#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;And what happens while we are waiting?  Life.&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;If life happens while we wait, we have very little control over our&#x3C;br&#x3E; lives.  If, on the other hand, we choose to stop waiting and create our&#x3C;br&#x3E; ideal life, we have much more control over how our lives play out.  It&#x27;s&#x3C;br&#x3E; OK to wait, but the results are much more arbitrary.&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;Either way, it&#x27;s your choice.&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;THE HAPPY GUY&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;/font&#x3E;&#x3C;/pre&#x3E;</description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 28 Apr 2008 15:35:00 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>ANGER</title>
<description> &#x3C;pre style=&#x22;font-weight: bold;&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;font size=&#x22;3&#x22;&#x3E;ANGER&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x22;Any person capable of angering you becomes your master; he can anger&#x3C;br&#x3E; you only when you permit yourself to be disturbed by him.&#x22;&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;The Greek philosopher Epictetus understood anger quite well, and it is&#x3C;br&#x3E; only amazing that after all this time, so many of us still do not.  We&#x3C;br&#x3E; people who live freedom so much ands who claim to be our own persons,&#x3C;br&#x3E; so easily give ourselves up to slavery by allowing the words and actions&#x3C;br&#x3E; of others to anger us.&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;We do not control the words and actions of others, but we absolutely&#x3C;br&#x3E; control our reactions to them.  When we choose anger, we choose slavery&#x3C;br&#x3E; of the worst kind.  Negative.  Uncontrolled.  Destructive.&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;Free yourself from slavery. Free yourself from anger.  Make your choice&#x3C;br&#x3E; and stand &#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;THE HAPPY GUY&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;/font&#x3E;&#x3C;/pre&#x3E;  </description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 23 Apr 2008 12:55:00 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>Strong woman</title>
<description>Strong  Woman
  	
You&#x2019;re a strong  woman
Very hard to find these days
Independent when need be
Wonderful in so many ways

Even when far away from home
With two little ones you miss so
You still keep your composure
Where ever you go

You&#x2019;re sweet, loving and caring
In whatever you might say
HARD WORKING !!!
Doing what you can, the best way

And the one quality I can&#x2019;t forget
It&#x2019;s clearly visible to many eyes
How amazingly beautiful you are
And I assure you it&#x2019;s no lie

You accepted me openly
As your new friend
I&#x2019;m happy to have met you
Sharing stories with similar blends

I wrote this out of inspiration
On how you&#x2019;ve captivated my heart
Showing you that I care as a friend
Hoping our relationship never grows apart


UNKNOWN

Picture by me
Location in my</description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 7 Apr 2008 05:19:45 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>True Laughter</title>
<description>To Share laughter and,
to put a smile my face
No one ever can take that place. 


Have a wonderful weekend with true laughter!!!!!!!
Hugs and</description>
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<pubDate>Sun, 10 Feb 2008 04:45:54 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>The Rain</title>
<description>     &#x3C;p class=&#x22;MsoNormal&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;a href=&#x22;/photos/hi-res/upload/R62IgwoKCkQAAHy3QbA1&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;img class=&#x22;alignmiddleb&#x22; src=&#x22;http://images.lucilenan.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R62IgwoKCkQAAHy3QbA1/0306102155493rainycyclist_t.jpg?et=B0RCA%2Cuzq4FcDCkwsteKrw&#x26;amp;nmid=&#x26;amp;nmid=81275506&#x26;amp;nmid=81275506&#x22; border=&#x22;0&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;/a&#x3E;&#x3C;b style=&#x22;color: rgb(255, 255, 0);&#x22;&#x3E;T&#x3C;font style=&#x22;font-weight: bold;&#x22; size=&#x22;3&#x22;&#x3E;he Rain&#x3C;/font&#x3E;&#x3C;/b&#x3E;&#x3C;font style=&#x22;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);&#x22; size=&#x22;3&#x22;&#x3E; &#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E; They say the rain can wash away anything &#x3C;br&#x3E; Paint, blood, debris, sorrow, hurt, and suffering &#x3C;br&#x3E; But my one question is &#x3C;br&#x3E; What does the rain really bring? &#x3C;br&#x3E; To some people happiness &#x3C;br&#x3E; Washing away all that is wrong &#x3C;br&#x3E; Giving them a cleansing &#x3C;br&#x3E; But to others, sadness &#x3C;br&#x3E; It brings memories that can&#x27;t be forgotten &#x3C;br&#x3E; I personally love the rain &#x3C;br&#x3E; As the quote goes &#x3C;br&#x3E; I love walking in the rain &#x3C;br&#x3E; Because no one knows I&#x27;m crying &#x3C;br&#x3E; Rain brings back painful memories &#x3C;br&#x3E; But I can always cry and go unnoticed &#x3C;br&#x3E; They say the rain can wash away anything &#x3C;br&#x3E; Can it?&#x3C;/font&#x3E; &#x3C;/p&#x3E;  &#x3C;font style=&#x22;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);&#x22; size=&#x22;3&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;Unknown&#x3C;/font&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;  </description>
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<pubDate>Sat, 9 Feb 2008 10:58:00 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>Let&#x27;s plant at least one Tree</title>
<description>Look at the trees, look at the birds, look at the clouds, look at the stars...
and if you have eyes you will be able to see that the whole existence
is joyful.  Everything is simply happy.  Trees are happy for no reason;
they are not going to become prime ministers or presidents and they are
not going to become rich and they will never have any bank balance.
Look at the flowers - for no reason.  It is simply unbelievable
how happy flowers are. 
Whenever you see big trees or old trees,
chances are that they were planted by people who are no longer exist. 
We are bound to carry on this continuity. 
Come on, Let&#x27;s Plant at least one Tree.


Picture by me
Location my jungle garden in back of my house.</description>
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<pubDate>Thu, 7 Feb 2008 06:54:09 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>REFLECTIONS</title>
<description>  &#x3C;pre&#x3E;&#x3C;a href=&#x22;/photos/hi-res/upload/R6sDfwoKCkQAAC-U8Ns1&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;img class=&#x22;alignmiddleb&#x22; src=&#x22;http://images.lucilenan.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R6sDfwoKCkQAAC-U8Ns1/picasso258.JPG?et=7b6sYGSQ1HEH%2CoB6RC7w5w&#x26;amp;nmid=&#x26;amp;nmid=80921882&#x22; border=&#x22;0&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;/a&#x3E;&#x3C;font style=&#x22;font-weight: bold;&#x22; size=&#x22;3&#x22;&#x3E;REFLECTIONS&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;That reflection in the mirror is not you.  It is just a reflection of&#x3C;br&#x3E; you.  It shows a part of you, specifically the outside and more&#x3C;br&#x3E; specifically the outside part that is facing the mirror.  That is part of you,&#x3C;br&#x3E; but it is only a small part of you.  And even that it shows in reverse.&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;Your friends reflect you, too.  You can tell a person by the company&#x3C;br&#x3E; she keeps.  Change the company you keep, and you change the person&#x2026;over&#x3C;br&#x3E; time.&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;Do not confuse your reflections with you, but do make sure to leave the&#x3C;br&#x3E; best reflections possible, because those reflections will show&#x3C;br&#x3E; important parts of you.&#x3C;/font&#x3E;&#x3C;/pre&#x3E;  </description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 6 Feb 2008 15:46:00 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>Insect venom allergy</title>
<description>Insect venom allergy is a harmful reaction to insect stings that occurs in people who have an abnormally high sensitivity to insect venom. It is an acquired trait, which is not present at the first exposure to the venom, but sensitization can occur after the first or subsequent exposures. Animals classified as insects usually have three main body segments (head, thorax and abdomen), six legs and a pair of sensory antennae. Winged insect species have two sets of wings, such as mosquitoes, bees, and wasps. Other biting or stinging insects include fleas, lice, and ants. Many other related animals that are frequently mistaken for insects such as ticks, spiders and mites also bite human beings. They can transmit infectious diseases or cause poisoning but generally do not cause allergic reactions. Allergic reactions to the venom of some stinging insects, such as honey bee, yellow jacket, hornet, wasp or fire ant can be life</description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 5 Feb 2008 13:28:29 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>Wakare No Asa</title>
<description>About this video

The Music Played is the original title of this song. It is about a man falling to a beautiful woman during a dance. While the japanese version is also about a man and a woman but going their separate ways.And on this sad day, they have tea before going to the train station to say their final good byes. The character who sings this song tell us about how he/she is trying not to show emotions of sadness during their bitter separation. In which all of their happy moments will be just a part of the past once the train leave....
And who is more than capable to interpret this song than one of the living legend of pilipino music. Who have been living in Japan for quite a time now, no other than Mr Jesse</description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 5 Feb 2008 07:11:32 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>&#x6765;&#x751F;&#x305F;&#x304B;&#x304A;&#x3000;-&#x3000;Goodbye Day &#xFF08;&#x30A8;&#x30F3;&#x30C7;&#x30A3;&#x30F3;&#x30B0;&#x66F2;&#x4ED8;&#xFF09;</title>
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<pubDate>Tue, 5 Feb 2008 07:01:22 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>YOU</title>
<description>   &#x3C;pre&#x3E;&#x3C;img class=&#x22;alignmiddleb&#x22; src=&#x22;http://images.lucilenan.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R6hbwAoKCkQAAFkFgao1/aaaaaa.gif?et=eLwDd46TKBL1pCQ9pL8u%2Bw&#x26;amp;nmid=&#x22; border=&#x22;0&#x22;&#x3E;YOU&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;Have &#x3C;font style=&#x22;font-weight: bold;&#x22; size=&#x22;3&#x22;&#x3E;you ever been afraid to copy someone, because you would feel like&#x3C;br&#x3E; you were just not being yourself?  Of course, you don&#x27;t want to be a&#x3C;br&#x3E; carbon copy of somebody else.  You want to be your own person, true to&#x3C;br&#x3E; yourself. &#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;But if someone else is doing something g right, if they are achieving&#x3C;br&#x3E; goals you also wish to achieve, if they are carrying themselves the way&#x3C;br&#x3E; you want to carry yourself, why not copy them?  In fact copy a little&#x3C;br&#x3E; something from everyone you admire.  After all everything you admire in&#x3C;br&#x3E; someone else, they copied from another person.  &#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;And everything about you has also been copied.  What?  You say you&#x3C;br&#x3E; didn&#x27;t copy?  You learned the things you know?  Well, learning involves a&#x3C;br&#x3E; lot of copying.  So don&#x27;t be afraid to copy from wherever you can if you&#x3C;br&#x3E; think it will make you a better person.&#x3C;/font&#x3E;&#x3C;/pre&#x3E;  </description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 4 Feb 2008 13:32:00 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>vincent van gogh</title>
<description>Vincent - Don McLean

Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer&#x27;s day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen they did not know how
Perhaps they&#x27;ll listen now

Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflecting Vincent&#x27;s eyes of China blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist&#x27;s loving hand

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen they did not know how
Perhaps they&#x27;ll listen now

For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no ho...</description>
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<pubDate>Sun, 3 Feb 2008 13:13:13 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>Vincent van Gogh - Vincent&#x27;s Final Moments</title>
<description>About this video

A dusty road dissects endless fields of wheat flanked by distant trees. A black bird, startled by the rattling sound of an old paint box, darts into the sky and disappears out of sight. Tall grass and wild flowers sway in the warm breeze that penetrates the bright sunlight of a summer day in the French countryside. The sky is punctuated with wispy clouds that resemble floating brush strokes on a pale blue canvas. At his favorite painting site, Vincent van Gogh quietly sits before a partially finished canvas, dipping and stirring his brush into a rich palette of oils. Today appears not unlike any other day; the morning walk to the fields, painting the landscape before lunch and later capturing the warm afternoon light. However, on this day, Vincent Van Gogh would paint for the last</description>
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<pubDate>Sun, 3 Feb 2008 13:02:20 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>Van Gogh _ Self Potraits</title>
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<pubDate>Sun, 3 Feb 2008 12:57:31 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>Shania Twain - From This Moment On</title>
<description>From This Moment On
  	
  	(I do swear that I&#x2019;ll aways be there. I&#x2019;d give anything and everything and I will always care. through weakness and strength, happiness and sorrow, for better or worse, I will love you with ever
T of my heart.)

From this moment life has begun
From this moment you are the one
Right beside you is where I belong
From this moment on

From this moment I have been blessed
I live only for your happiness
And for your love I&#x2019;d give my last breath
From this moment on

I give my hand to you with all my heart
Can&#x2019;t wait to live my life with you, can&#x2019;t wait to start
You and I will never be apart
My dreams came true because of you

From this moment as long as I live
I will love you, I promise you this
There is nothing I wouldn&#x2019;t give
From this moment on

You&#x2019;re the reason I believe in love
And you&#x2019;re the answer to my prayers from up above
All we need is just the two of us
My dreams came true because of you

From this moment as long as I live...</description>
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<pubDate>Sun, 3 Feb 2008 12:41:37 -0000</pubDate>
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<title>Shania Twain - You&#x27;ve Got A Way</title>
<description>You&#x27;ve Got A Way
  	
  	

You&#x27;ve got a way with me
Somehow you got me to believe
In everything that I could be
I&#x27;ve gotta say-you really got a way
You&#x27;ve got a way it seems
You gave me faith to find my dreams
You&#x27;ll never know just what that means
Can&#x27;t you see... you got a way with me

It&#x27;s in the way you want me
It&#x27;s in the way you hold me
The way you show me just what love&#x27;s made of
It&#x27;s in the way we make love

You&#x27;ve got a way with words
You get me smiling even when it hurts
There&#x27;s no way to measure what your love is worth
I can&#x27;t believe the way you get through to me

It&#x27;s in the way you want me
It&#x27;s in the way you hold me
The way you show me just what love&#x27;s made of
It&#x27;s in the way we make love

Oh, how I adore you
Like no one before you
I love you just the way you are

It&#x27;s in the way you want me
It&#x27;s in the way you hold me
The way you show me just what love&#x27;s made of
It&#x27;s in the way we make love

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<description> Wonder
  	
  	

When I was younger I believed, that dreams came true.
Now I wonder.
Cause&#x27; I&#x27;ve seen much more dark skies, than blue.
Now I wonder.

I keep on praying for a blue sky, I keep on searching through the rain.
I keep on thinking of the good times, will they ever come again?
Now I wonder.
Now I wonder.

I keep on praying for a blue sky, I keep on searching through the rain.
I keep on thinking of the good times, will they ever come again?
Now I wonder.
Now I wonder.

When I was younger I believed, that I could win.
Now I wonder.
There was a time when you and I, walked hand &#x26; hand.
Now I wonder.

I keep on searching for the old me, I keep on thinking I can change.
I keep on hoping for a new day, will I ever feel the same?
Now I wonder.
Oh I wonder.
Now I wonder.</description>
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