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        <pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 00:52:20 PST</pubDate>        
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                <title>???</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 17 Jun 2006 14:38:43 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Sunday is gloomy, the hours are slumberless<br />
Dearest of shadows I live with are numberless<br />
Little white flowers will never awaken you<br />
Not where the dark coach of sorrow has taken you<br />
Angels have no thought of ever returning you<br />
Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?<br />
<br />
Can anyone tell me, why when people feel like their life is the greatest error nature (or god or accident or what) coud create, songs like this help them? Or it is just my instance? ]]></description>
                <author>~magnoolia</author>
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                <title>just the sentimental memory</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 26 Mar 2006 14:18:22 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Come to me<br />
I'll take care of you<br />
Protect you<br />
Calm, calm down<br />
You're exhausted<br />
Come lie down<br />
You don't have to explain<br />
I understand<br />
<br />
 You know<br />
That I adore you<br />
You know<br />
That I love you.<br />
So don't make me say it<br />
It would burst the bubble<br />
Break the charm.<br />
<br />
Jump off<br />
Your building's on fire<br />
And I'll catch you, I'll catch you<br />
Destroy all that is keeping you down<br />
And then i'll nurse you<br />
I'll nurse you<br />
I'll touch you<br />
<br />
 You know<br />
That I adore you<br />
You know<br />
That I love you.<br />
So don't make me say it<br />
It would burst the bubble<br />
Break the charm.<br />
<br />
Once again, Bjork ]]></description>
                <author>~magnoolia</author>
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                <title>Emily Dickinson</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 27 Feb 2006 12:45:51 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm nobody! Who are you?<br />
Are you nobody, too?<br />
Then there's a pair of us -don't tell!<br />
They'd banish us, you know.<br />
<br />
How dreary to be somebody!<br />
How public, like a frog<br />
To tell your name the livelong day<br />
To an admiring bog! ]]></description>
                <author>~magnoolia</author>
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                <title>inspiration........................maybe</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 23 Jan 2006 05:49:15 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ we live on a mountain<br />
right at the top<br />
there's a beautiful view<br />
from the top of the mountain<br />
every morning i walk towards the edge<br />
and throw little things off<br />
like:<br />
car-parts, bottles and cutlery<br />
or whatever i find lying around<br />
<br />
it's become a habit <br />
a way<br />
to start the day<br />
<br />
i go through this <br />
before you wake up<br />
so i can feel happier<br />
to be safe up here with you<br />
<br />
it's real early morning<br />
no-one is awake<br />
i'm back at my cliff<br />
still throwing things off<br />
i listen to the sounds they make<br />
on their way down<br />
i follow with my eyes 'til they crash<br />
imagine what my body would sound like<br />
slamming against those rocks<br />
<br />
and when it lands<br />
will my eyes<br />
be closed or open?<br />
<br />
i'll go through all this<br />
before you wake up<br />
so i can feel happier<br />
to be safe up here with you<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Only for beeing on a safe side, it`s Bjork, Hyper balad. I love this one. And I`m not shure if I love it more for the instrumental part, or because of lyrics...I`ve heard it so many times. And it helped me each time. ]]></description>
                <author>~magnoolia</author>
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