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Speak from the heart to the heart</itunes:summary><itunes:subtitle>love story</itunes:subtitle><itunes:category text="Arts"><itunes:category text="Literature"/></itunes:category><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><item><title>The story of a romantic lover</title><link>http://lovlystory.blogspot.com/2022/12/the-story-of-romantic-lover.html</link><category>Dr.love</category><category>How to keep your lover</category><category>Juliet's Balcony in Verona</category><category>Love Poems</category><category>LOVE POEMS 2015</category><category>love song</category><category>love story</category><category>Most beautiful and wonderful to speak about love</category><category>My Love</category><category>Romantic love story</category><category>The Love Story</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (mon)</author><pubDate>Sun, 18 Dec 2022 12:59:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098859342315048469.post-8058601432537099558</guid><description>&lt;h3 style="text-align: center;"&gt;The story of a romantic lover&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ5kkDA1l1PDQ1kZZCeU7E6dx3YJfoBbWqcqtprELOy2iiBhqxhdV5kdiPUoShR0rjglZzKntDrExrHNjHKzEzB6P9VQIba_jst2AveW8XlMpZ6ZeUPW24srJmBPnOecW905idquZwpbBMTep1fhxr8Y6J6MgsuJhf3XrzRi75zCwaTpiu-IKhsxNBMg/s566/Most-Romantic-Love-Story-in-Hindi-indian.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" data-original-height="436" data-original-width="566" height="247" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ5kkDA1l1PDQ1kZZCeU7E6dx3YJfoBbWqcqtprELOy2iiBhqxhdV5kdiPUoShR0rjglZzKntDrExrHNjHKzEzB6P9VQIba_jst2AveW8XlMpZ6ZeUPW24srJmBPnOecW905idquZwpbBMTep1fhxr8Y6J6MgsuJhf3XrzRi75zCwaTpiu-IKhsxNBMg/s320/Most-Romantic-Love-Story-in-Hindi-indian.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was once a man named Jack who was deeply in love with a woman named Rose. Jack&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;One day, Jack decided that he could no longer hide his feelings for Rose. He gathered all of his courage and told her how he felt. To his surprise, Rose felt the same way about him and they began a romantic relationship.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;As the days went by, Jack and Rose's love only grew stronger. They spent every moment they could together, going on long walks, cooking meals, and cuddling up in front of the fireplace. They even started planning a future together, dreaming of a life filled with love and happiness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eventually, Jack knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Rose. So, he planned a romantic proposal, complete with candlelight and roses. When he got down on one knee and asked Rose to be his wife, she said yes with tears of joy in her eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;And so, Jack and Rose lived happily ever after, their love for each other burning bright and strong every single day.&lt;/p&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ5kkDA1l1PDQ1kZZCeU7E6dx3YJfoBbWqcqtprELOy2iiBhqxhdV5kdiPUoShR0rjglZzKntDrExrHNjHKzEzB6P9VQIba_jst2AveW8XlMpZ6ZeUPW24srJmBPnOecW905idquZwpbBMTep1fhxr8Y6J6MgsuJhf3XrzRi75zCwaTpiu-IKhsxNBMg/s72-c/Most-Romantic-Love-Story-in-Hindi-indian.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Sentimental story</title><link>http://lovlystory.blogspot.com/2022/12/sentimental-story.html</link><category>Dialogue in love</category><category>Dr.love</category><category>How to keep your lover</category><category>Juliet's Balcony in Verona</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (mon)</author><pubDate>Sun, 18 Dec 2022 12:53:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098859342315048469.post-8227794993894255285</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sentimental story&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFBnxES1mjxD8cRn0gLnNWYf08zRKsamfqFkA8MHnHOvSZt7CQ8vwvd1azXY2Mn0x4G-YmukT9lMwOAgzTDrH0SKHYxvIxb1l-fAn-jsMl7P0I0Reoz9q8AmQF-zuBghMtPeo5r1F8jrkPnxvbIHKfd5XS8gU6GAws3m6TYsmN-00xNgiEJEBp7WMD6A/s290/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" data-original-height="214" data-original-width="290" height="246" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFBnxES1mjxD8cRn0gLnNWYf08zRKsamfqFkA8MHnHOvSZt7CQ8vwvd1azXY2Mn0x4G-YmukT9lMwOAgzTDrH0SKHYxvIxb1l-fAn-jsMl7P0I0Reoz9q8AmQF-zuBghMtPeo5r1F8jrkPnxvbIHKfd5XS8gU6GAws3m6TYsmN-00xNgiEJEBp7WMD6A/w334-h246/images.jpg" width="334" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 40px 0px 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Once upon a time, in a small village nestled in the rolling hills of the countryside, there lived a&lt;span style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 40px 0px 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt; young woman named Sophia. Sophia was known throughout the village for her kind heart and her beauty, which shone from within like a bright beacon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;One day, a handsome young man named Jack arrived in the village. Jack was a wanderer, traveling from place to place in search of adventure. From the moment he laid eyes on Sophia, he was smitten with her and knew that he had to make her his own.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Despite their differences in background and lifestyle, Sophia and Jack quickly fell in love. They spent every moment they could together, walking through the fields and forests, watching the sunset over the rolling hills, and dreaming of a future together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;As the months passed, Sophia and Jack's love grew stronger and deeper. They knew that they were meant to be together forever and decided to get married in a beautiful ceremony surrounded by their friends and family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 40px 0px 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;As they exchanged vows, tears of joy streamed down Sophia's face as she promised to love and cherish Jack for all of eternity. And as they shared their first dance as husband and wife, they knew that they had found their happily ever after.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFBnxES1mjxD8cRn0gLnNWYf08zRKsamfqFkA8MHnHOvSZt7CQ8vwvd1azXY2Mn0x4G-YmukT9lMwOAgzTDrH0SKHYxvIxb1l-fAn-jsMl7P0I0Reoz9q8AmQF-zuBghMtPeo5r1F8jrkPnxvbIHKfd5XS8gU6GAws3m6TYsmN-00xNgiEJEBp7WMD6A/s72-w334-h246-c/images.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>The passionate thief's love story</title><link>http://lovlystory.blogspot.com/2022/12/the-passionate-thiefs-love-story.html</link><category>Dialogue in love</category><category>Dr.love</category><category>How to keep your lover</category><category>Juliet's Balcony in Verona</category><category>Love Poems</category><category>LOVE POEMS 2015</category><category>love song</category><category>love story</category><category>Most beautiful and wonderful to speak about love</category><category>My Love</category><category>Romantic love story</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (mon)</author><pubDate>Sat, 17 Dec 2022 15:50:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098859342315048469.post-6217852256684530744</guid><description>&lt;h2 style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The passionate thief's love story&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-TmvXaQQS0ZagNMD7E2707mbr2C314KFmlC04ziXMB-OCB8JB_v9Kgwu85mfyKgEkp32boJGXc3w6BpzArvi7rgatxOs3uFGyma_6soELg5FPZBISyJR0POJr_DcFTinqmnrAnvsSedO7hQ09Qsogo6vbSS65_pPIuEmytpTulvGHkKtsZmckduV1Kg/s320/e7b3cd40fbed072ed0ad37c0a656c2d2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" data-original-height="276" data-original-width="320" height="276" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-TmvXaQQS0ZagNMD7E2707mbr2C314KFmlC04ziXMB-OCB8JB_v9Kgwu85mfyKgEkp32boJGXc3w6BpzArvi7rgatxOs3uFGyma_6soELg5FPZBISyJR0POJr_DcFTinqmnrAnvsSedO7hQ09Qsogo6vbSS65_pPIuEmytpTulvGHkKtsZmckduV1Kg/s1600/e7b3cd40fbed072ed0ad37c0a656c2d2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As the sun set over the city, Maria stood at the edge of the rooftop, gazing out at the twinkling lights below. She was a thief, known throughout the city for her quick fingers and even quicker&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She thought back to the first time she laid eyes on Jack, a handsome young man with piercing blue eyes and a sly smile. She had been casing a jewelry store, scouting out the best way to break in, when she saw him across the street. He was leaning against a lamppost, smoking a cigarette and watching her with a knowing look.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maria couldn't resist the pull she felt towards him, and before she knew it, she was sneaking up behind him and slipping a hand into his pocket to lift his wallet. But Jack was no ordinary mark. He spun around, grabbing her wrist and pulling her close.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"You're a thief, just like me," he whispered in her ear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And from that moment on, they were inseparable. They worked together, pulling off heists and outsmarting the police at every turn. They shared a love of the thrill of the chase, the rush of adrenaline that came with a successful score.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But as they grew closer, Maria began to realize that there was more to their relationship than just the rush of stealing. She loved the way Jack made her laugh, the way he looked at her with those piercing blue eyes. She knew that he was dangerous, that he lived on the wrong side of the law, but she couldn't help the way she felt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One night, as they sat on the roof of a skyscraper overlooking the city, Jack took her hand and looked into her eyes. "I know I'm not the kind of man you deserve," he said, his voice rough with emotion. "But I love you, Maria. I love you more than anything in this world. Will you be mine?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tears sprang to Maria's eyes as she looked at the man she loved. She knew that a life with him would be dangerous, but she also knew that she couldn't imagine her life without him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Yes, Jack," she said, taking his face in her hands. "I love you too. I'll be yours, no matter what."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And as they kissed under the stars, Maria knew that she had found her partner in crime, her soulmate, and the love of her life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-TmvXaQQS0ZagNMD7E2707mbr2C314KFmlC04ziXMB-OCB8JB_v9Kgwu85mfyKgEkp32boJGXc3w6BpzArvi7rgatxOs3uFGyma_6soELg5FPZBISyJR0POJr_DcFTinqmnrAnvsSedO7hQ09Qsogo6vbSS65_pPIuEmytpTulvGHkKtsZmckduV1Kg/s72-c/e7b3cd40fbed072ed0ad37c0a656c2d2.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Romantic love story</title><link>http://lovlystory.blogspot.com/2016/01/romantic-love-story.html</link><category>Romantic love story</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><pubDate>Mon, 4 Jan 2016 05:58:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098859342315048469.post-5897311095218727656</guid><description>&lt;div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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She married Victorian of the young rich Rennell, and after marriage she discovered that rude and harsh-hearted and very tough and it is a bad deal, did not tolerate Victorian all this and stayed serious illness, and I stayed in bed until she developed death marks, Vdvinoha in the village cemetery near the palace and where you were born.

Science Julian news of her death, and went to her grave and had hoped to retain something of their impact, Fajtrt his mind to come to the cemetery after midnight and open the coffin and Eachd a lock of her hair, and did Julian so, and when he approached the head of the Victorian to take a lock of her hair. If Pfictorin shaking and trembling and then opened her eyes, dumbfounded Julian but refrain from getting his strength and carry them in his arms and went to his home and Osafha, Julian returned to the cemetery and closed the coffin so that no one knows that the Victorian is still alive, the Victorian stayed in the Julian home several weeks until recovered her health, and then agreed Victorian and Julian to travel to America to begin a new life.

Twenty years later he returned to Paris after longing to spend a short vacation, in one of the concerts were Victorian and Julian invitees, and trembled Victorian when his doctorate Rennell standing seen, and progress towards it and said to her: You Chpehin much lady I know, afraid Victorian, and B in Rennell, staring at her and contemplates her body, He stopped look to her left hand, blood freeze in the veins of the Victorian; because she remembered that he hurled back with a piece of iron hit her left hand and left traces, known Rennell of wound in her hand and told her she Victorian, what was in front of the Victorian, but the recognition of everything, and the wrath of Rennell lot and divorced her, and thus it becomes able to marry Julian, and have cultivated a large wedding and completed their lives quite happily and returned to America.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;In my opinion: Each rank of mattresses much love, but love is not an end to it ..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Happiness in love is giving without thinking at any price.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Women's Rose Garden in all thorns, man expresses his love by his words, the woman expresses her love stares.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;The man loves through his eyes, the woman through her ears.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Summer loving reproach as rain goes quickly and leaves the world more beautiful ..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;The man likes to be happy life, and women to live happy love ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Shakespeare said: Love is blind !! The lovers do not realize how foolish that may commit ..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Actually this is true .. Man loves when people are becoming possess the heart and a sense of one, and it becomes his way to do anything for the sake of this love ..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;You may sacrifice everything may not be, you may sacrifice his money, and himself, and his work, and not think about the consequences ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Love Insanity difficult to treat humans, have come out in peace, and may not come out ..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;And no one to love only once, and that there were many hearts and souls, there is still love distinctive in his life, or rather true love, can not leave everyone and stick to it alone, and have a road that walks in it without knowing its end, but just enjoy walking in it, not for nothing, but only because he wants to walk in it willingly ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;And how it is put to love a day or holiday, and we live it every day, every minute, man since his birth born love of his mother if it were not you love to have suffered at birth, and grow up to love her, and begins to love life since I see his eyes light, trustee, and his father and his home and his school and his friends, and grow up He loves them.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Then find that heart that was to create for him, also in love with them !!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;And marry and produce children and he loves his children and his home and his work, how can we love the years and collect a whole lifetime in one day ??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Everything that can be done and to believe, to be a Valentine's Day special character of the memories back to memory and mind ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;I would like to watch you sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;I would like to watch you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;sleeping. I would like to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;with you, to enter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;your sleep as its smooth dark wave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;slides over my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;and walk with you through that lucent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;wavering forest of blue green leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;with its watery sun &amp;amp; three moons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;towards the cave where you must descend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;towards your worst fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;I would like to give you the silver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;branch, the small white flower, the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;word that will protect you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;from the grief at the center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;of your dream, from the grief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;at the center. I would like to follow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;you up the long stairway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;again &amp;amp; become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;the boat that would row you back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;carefully, a flame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;in two cupped hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;to where your body lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;beside me, and you enter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;it as easily as breathing in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;I would like to be the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;that inhabits you for a moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;only. I would like to be that unnoticed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;amp; that necessary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Romeo and Juliet is a tragic eternal love story written by William Shakespeare about two young lovers whose deaths ultimately unhappy unite their feuding families. Shakespeare borrowed his plot of an Italian original story. It is believed Romeo and Juliet is based on real characters of Verona.&lt;/div&gt;
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Montague and Capulet families are struggling. The Prince of Verona intervenes and declares that more fighting is punished with death.&lt;/div&gt;
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When the Count of Paris Lord Capulet to marry his daughter, Juliet, who did not trust the request because she was only thirteen. Count Capulet asks Paris to wait another two years and invites you to attend a dance. Lady Capulet and Gullet's nurse Juliet momentum accept the court of Paris.&lt;/div&gt;
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In the house of Montague, Benevolent talks with his cousin Romeo, Lord Montage's son, about the recent melancholy Romeo. Benevolent finds Romeo unrequited infatuation for a girl named Rosalie, a niece of Lord Capulet's nieces. Persuaded by Benevolent Romeo attends the ball at Capulet in hopes of meeting Rosaline. But is it not Rosaline sweeps his feet - is fair Juliet.&lt;/div&gt;
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After the ball, Romeo sneaks into and listen to the Capulet courtyard Juliet balcony vowing her love for him, despite the hatred of his family by his family. Romeo makes himself known to her and they agree to marry.&lt;/div&gt;
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With the help of a brother, who hopes to reconcile the two families through the union of their children, they are secretly married the next day.&lt;/div&gt;
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Juliet's cousin Tybalt, incensed that Romeo had crushed the Capulet ball, challenges him to a duel. Romeo, now considering Tybalt his kinsman, refuses to fight. Friend of Romeo, Mercutio is offended by Tybalt's insolence and "vile submission" Romeo and accepts the duel on the name Romeo. Mercutio is fatally wounded when Romeo attempts to break up the fight. Afflicted, tormented by guilt, Romeo confronts and kills Tybalt.&lt;/div&gt;
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Montague argues that Romeo has justly fought and killed Tybalt for the murder of Mercutio. Prince exiles Romeo from Verona and declares that if Romeo returns, will be executed.&lt;/div&gt;
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Romeo secretly spends the night in Juliet's bedroom, where they make love for the first and last time, consummate their marriage. In the morning he prepares to get out and kisses her for the last time.&lt;/div&gt;
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Lord Capulet, misinterpreting Juliet's grief, agrees to marry Count Paris and threatens to disown her when she refuses. Juliette advocates marriage to be delayed, but his mother rejected him.&lt;/div&gt;
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Juliette visit Friar Laurence for help, and gives you a drug that put her in a coma or death Como for forty-two hours. The brother promised to send a messenger to inform Romeo not joined the scheme, so that you can meet her when she wakes up. The night before her marriage to count, Juliet takes the drug and, when discovered apparently dead, she was sitting on the crypt of familiere.&lt;/div&gt;
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The messenger, I Fishing But no one could come Romeo and, instead, Self learned the apparent disappearance of Juliet of his servant. Heartbroken, Romeo buys poison from an apothecary and goes to the Capulet crypt. Alli is the Count of Paris who grew up in a private mourning Juliet.&lt;/div&gt;
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Believing Romeo to be non-vandal, Paris confronts a he, and in the battle, Romeo kills Paris. Juliette Even being dead, Romeo drinks the poison.&lt;/div&gt;
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Then Juliette wakes up only to find a dead her beloved Romeo. No ready to live without her, she stabs herself with his dagger.&lt;/div&gt;
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The feuding families and the Prince meet at the tomb to find the three dead. The monk tells his story. The families are reconciled by the death of their children and agree to end their violent argument.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;They say that the matches are made in heaven. And they really are. We have heard a lot about love and we all desire. But when we finally met, we do not know what to do with it. However, there are people who come together for a purpose and their stories become a source of inspiration.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;We bring you a love story that will touch their hearts and crying.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Love had to happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It all started in January 2002. Deepika Dadlani had just joined his second period of training in the Air Force Academy, and Ronald Kevin Serrao was in the last term - in their final year trainee cadets at the Academy - A support office . The first thing he noticed about her was her name on arrival from the station Cadet - who later admitted. During a game of charades, their romance began, then was magic! Long conversations about work, life, dreams and family in the 'cycle stand "on the road to disaster soon reconciled. Deepika much missed dinner one night as it was the only time I would come to talk to him.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Distance makes the heart grown affectionate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Like all good things must end, training days were soon over and that were never published in the same database since. However, on weekends or any other occasion that had both made a point to visit each other. 'Distance makes the heart grow fonder, "they say, and so, their relationship blossomed despite the distance. Ron and Deepika were committed in December 2004 and April 2006, they married. They were not published on the same basis in the region, even after his marriage that makes them fly on weekends to see each other. She visited him in Texture, Halwara and Ambala and visited Bangalore and Agra, and of course the views were some of the best moments of their lives!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;From time to time, your life becomes a fairy tale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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"My life was like a fairy tale when Ron was there," recalls Deepika. It was his friend, philosopher and guide in true sense. As a fellow pilot, he has taught more than some of their instructors. He sometimes drove through some difficult situations at work and in personal life. A perfect host for the license, a real gentleman with the ladies, a perfect place to hang out with his friends and total brat air force official partner. Flt Lt It was Ronald Kevin Serrao! "When I got my master ranking, he was the first person I called ...... and because he understood the intricacies of the process, made the sweet celebrations" Deepika cultivates with nostalgic pride.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Things do not always go as planned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Deepika had flown Ron and his squad of Nal in 10 January 2007. They had an early birthday celebration for him, as she knew they both had to work and not be able to be together in his 26th Birthday January 17. 17, they spoke among themselves in totally unaware that this would be his last long conversation. He told her he was her best birthday. 18 was the day of Deepika. She was in her room number and Ron had been trying for a long time but was unable to get through. He was obviously worried and at a time before the rosary under the pillow and began to pray. At one point, the rosary broke and although not very superstitious, it made her very anxious. She knew something was wrong. So she left her room and began pacing nervously in the hallway. "At that moment I saw my commander and flight commander walking towards me with their spouses. I did not know why they wanted to talk to me." They went down and broke the news of the plane crash. The Jaguar fighter plane was flying had flown in flight over the Jaisalmer district in Rajasthan, a few hours ago.&lt;/div&gt;
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"My world collapsed and my head started spinning when I heard the news," Deepika said, "and my life has not been the same since," he added.&lt;/div&gt;
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IAF special plane brought the remains of Ambala in Mangalore for the last rites on January 20. The world has witnessed a very courageous woman integrated in uniform marching past the mourners, to pay their last tribute to their beloved husband. Deepika reveals the painful reality: ".. Frankly, I'm in a trance that day and for a while after having had many sleepless nights and I start on medication" It took a long time to accept the fact he was now classified as a war widow. He received a new identity card which became his new identity.&lt;/div&gt;
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It was very difficult and every day was an ordeal for her, but she knew she had to pass. "I had to live for our families, for Ron dreams and our dreams. So I returned to work, but I could never set foot in the cockpit. "She tried for a year after the tragedy, but not I could fly." He felt like a part of me died with Ron. My passion for aviation and the joy of all was dead. What can I say? My wingman was gone, "laments Deepika.&lt;/div&gt;
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Many Deepika advised to start over and move, but she knew that was easier said than done. It would certainly be hard for anyone to understand the depth of their relationship. Finally, she requested a premature release of the Air Force, he returned to school and completed his MBA. Now she took a civilian job in the business sector.&lt;/div&gt;
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Deepika says the tragedy has become more patient, more responsible, but less alive. It was a long struggle to cope with the pain and learn to look to the future. After nearly a ton of paperwork, he moved to New Delhi, where he now lives with a dog and a full-time household. The act of balancing work and home now keeps busy and less time to ruminate about the past is. Slowly things are set up and Deepika said that things are much better.&lt;/div&gt;
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Being the only child of working parents, both scientists Govt. Became independent and bold messages. "Early in life, I learned to respect the knowledge and humility. My maternal aunt, who is spastic has been my model. I realized my aunt to see that hard work and dedication do nothing impossible" . Growing Deepika says she had two dreams -. that of being a pilot and the second to join the armed forces men and women in uniform and fascinated the Air Force was the perfect combination to make two dreams that time.&lt;/div&gt;
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Love is like the wind, you can not see. But you can feel IT- Nicholas Sparks&lt;/div&gt;
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The formative years were difficult, especially for a woman. The rigorous physical and mental training seemed impossible at times, but the thrill of the flight was all the challenges that deserve your time. "Ron was very proud of my achievements and the fact that I am an Air Force pilot beam with pride makes him" recalls Deepika. She learned the art of forgiveness and be charitable to her husband taught him that there is more to life than resentful.&lt;/div&gt;
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"Even today, I encourage all parents to send at least one son to serve in the armed forces. Despite the tragedy and agony if I am, if I have a son in this life or the next I want him to join the armed forces and to wear the uniform that made us feel proud, "said Deepika.&lt;/div&gt;
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January 18 marks the sixth anniversary of the final decision Flt Lt Ronald Kevin Serrao his heavenly abode is filled. Please join me in saluting the courageous hero his girlfriend Deepika Dadlani Flt Lt Serrao, his parents Col John Serrao and Dr Jessica Serrao.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I want to give you some
tips to keep the love:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00b0f0; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I will begin with the
girls ......&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00b0f0; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;1 - You should try to understand your
lover and I know his actions&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;2 - You should know what he likes or
dislikes and do what he loves&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;3 - always being next to him and
engaged him sorrows and rejoicing&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;4 - Try to proprietary tenderness,
love and kindness&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;5 - Try you will make him all the
time and Take care of him&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGa3OQhjr-9WNIQn2hQx3rQxcRM2Co81nq15CvfRZeHe_9v6KvGceUto8gw9zP4jdynleX-Pq8970j2KsOj9AAtVQ1_wKHsdqS_UoKV156HIptXTZsAXX-NFrQpa0PsSgcWIoYSIA1JMRM/s1600/Love-Wallpaper-love-34062091-1600-1190.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Dr.love" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGa3OQhjr-9WNIQn2hQx3rQxcRM2Co81nq15CvfRZeHe_9v6KvGceUto8gw9zP4jdynleX-Pq8970j2KsOj9AAtVQ1_wKHsdqS_UoKV156HIptXTZsAXX-NFrQpa0PsSgcWIoYSIA1JMRM/s1600/Love-Wallpaper-love-34062091-1600-1190.jpg" height="280" title="Dr.love" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00b0f0; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Now some advice for
young people to keep their love .....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00b0f0; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00b0f0; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;1 - you can have your sweetheart a
beautiful word it is a good and affectionate&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;2 - Try as much as possible not to
lie to them, otherwise you will lose your confidence&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;3 - possessed and kept the length of
time beside&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;4 - Try to remember all the beautiful
occasions such as her birthday feast&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;5 - Try not to cornering in front of
others and solving problems between you and them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcq7jREBQzU0Y6elCS5zcD0Yk-bjmOcrOESuXTyDKzL7KXoq4zgBsoQUVqf3yPkxN5m5O8iifiMRCs-D9RbiukUVF2r7ZCRkdS2-jgJkD5VI3IBlWey0p5_hGzpm7_aRbB3G6ObLhdDPcv/s1600/images+(9)+%E2%80%AB%E2%80%AC.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcq7jREBQzU0Y6elCS5zcD0Yk-bjmOcrOESuXTyDKzL7KXoq4zgBsoQUVqf3yPkxN5m5O8iifiMRCs-D9RbiukUVF2r7ZCRkdS2-jgJkD5VI3IBlWey0p5_hGzpm7_aRbB3G6ObLhdDPcv/s1600/images+(9)+%E2%80%AB%E2%80%AC.png" height="265" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;love poems for her short and sweet,love poems for him,&lt;a href="http://lovlystory.blogspot.com/p/photos-of-love.html" target="_blank"&gt;love canal pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Love is not
a handball thin ... not a deep kiss .. love is not a clash hands and do not
take the words of the songs ... Love is not the stones used to build a palace
crotchety ..... Love heart feel afraid ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;gives you a smile when you pull its
punches minimum .. look at your intervention Commission on fantasies of no
known .. love you feel the most important person in the life of your sweetheart
----&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Whenever winter hit parts of my heart.,.,.,.,.,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;"&gt;And entered my body rain nostalgia.,.,.,.,.,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Wear a coat and pulled out a longing for memories washed streets.,.,.,.,.,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;"&gt;And watch your face Decree on each rain drops.,.,.,.,.,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;"&gt;And I beg the winter that never stops flowing before your eyes.,.,.,.,.,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;"&gt;And fed with her until you drown.,.,.,.,., ~!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://lovlystory.blogspot.com/p/photos-of-love.html" target="_blank"&gt;love songs for him 2013&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;love poems for her short and sweet,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;
&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;love poems for her from the heart in english&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNoYXRwTgKwoS4rbl3uAaYbjqQS2psieviP734GqdoJ8Odd8Dniw67sZHfutMUoRuarNqdhPVaqOVNyLFNwm6EenYyhJ-BX_2FwoAFdTQCQWK6x_JPv4JqWc7I8v0g733kx2OQrQ92f3yh/s1600/%D8%AA%D9%86%D8%B2%D9%8A%D9%84.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNoYXRwTgKwoS4rbl3uAaYbjqQS2psieviP734GqdoJ8Odd8Dniw67sZHfutMUoRuarNqdhPVaqOVNyLFNwm6EenYyhJ-BX_2FwoAFdTQCQWK6x_JPv4JqWc7I8v0g733kx2OQrQ92f3yh/s1600/%D8%AA%D9%86%D8%B2%D9%8A%D9%84.png" height="258" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;love poems,love songs,love poems from the heart&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Whenever
winter hit parts of my heart.,.,.,.,.,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;And entered
my body rain nostalgia.,.,.,.,.,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Wear a coat
and pulled out a longing for memories washed streets.,.,.,.,.,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;And watch
your face Decree on each rain drops.,.,.,.,.,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;And I beg
the winter that never stops flowing before your eyes.,.,.,.,.,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;And fed
with her until you drown.,.,.,.,., ~!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://lovlystory.blogspot.com/p/photos-of-love.html" target="_blank"&gt;love songs for him 2013&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;love poems for her short and sweet,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;love poems for her from the heart in english&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Schoolbook&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;I do not dream the impossible dream ...
My dream just like any other men mature dream in his master has the heart
before the body has a sense of mature romantic retired woman feelings Female
sense of the word Female beauty beauty of feelings and a sense by the beauty of
form master loves the man himself to his thinking to maturity adored the
affection of his master looking for safety lost his master has the heart of a
confused looking for heart -owned master respects the pride a female lover
looking for a lover protects it from wishes of the frenzy of weakness I'm not
looking for Cinderella stories I'm looking for his master and realistic the
goal of romance and feelings before sex because sex without feelings of lust
hard fleeting We are human beings our feelings and sensations and we are not
animals have sex in order to sex Love , sex and emotions and romance more from
the face of the same coin if it disappeared , one of them disappeared the other
, what beautiful sex -linked warmest feelings and romantic Is romance has
become impossible for this to reduce both looking looking for sex only dreamed
of a woman I love and love me be a life for me and I am, every life you will
not need anything the last of life, I think the dream is not impossible.....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;Do you love America in his methods and specific times???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;Is there an answer to my question!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ask me about the reasons for joy!?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;First, you .. ♥ Second, and most recently you .. you ..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And all my joy ..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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With us ... Speak from the heart to the heart&lt;/div&gt;
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