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			<title>Poèmes d'amour (Tranduites en FR)</title>
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			<dc:creator>Artiste</dc:creator>
			<description>POEMES D'AMOUR



ABBY 



Every time we embrace,

I go to that far away place

When we just walk hand in hand.

I’m in never, never land.



Whenever I look into your eyes,

I begin to get butterflies,

Then my heart skips a beat,

And our lips passionately meet.



You are always on my mind,

Your face is all it can find.

I think about you every day

And know it’ll work out somehow, some way.



Some say we’re dumb and foolish

Some say we should do as we wish

But all  ...</description>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 25 Feb 2007 15:36:10 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>William SHAKESPEARE</title>
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			<dc:creator>Rania</dc:creator>
			<description>Sonnets (1609)



Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate.

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer's lease hath all too short a date:

Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimm'd

And every fair from fair sometime declines

By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed.

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;

Nor shall Death brag thou  ...</description>
			<category>Poèsie Anglaise</category>
			<pubDate>Sun, 18 Feb 2007 09:02:00 GMT</pubDate>
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