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  <title>Dream To Bohemia</title>
  <subtitle>The story of a true artist...</subtitle>
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    <name>dreamtobohemia</name>
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  <updated>2006-03-25T14:13:51Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dreamtobohemia:958</id>
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    <title>My Secret Place.</title>
    <published>2006-03-25T14:13:51Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-25T14:13:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>I want to hold your hand - The Beatles</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yesterday was a very hard, but very enlightening day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know I broke up with Shane yesterday, I was with him for almost seven months, so as you can imagine it was hard; it hurt! It also affected my sister to a great extent. However, I know in my heart that what I did was for the best, and that only good will come of my decision; yes it hurts, but both freedom and knowledge have been knocking on my door and it is time for me to answer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been told to follow my heart, and because I am a dreamer; a thinker, how can I dream without my heart? how can I fly without my wings? these are all important attributes for me to have that with Shane I was held back from for one reason or another.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dreamtobohemia:745</id>
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    <title>A song for you...</title>
    <published>2006-03-25T01:01:17Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-25T01:01:17Z</updated>
    <lj:music>dreams for plans- shakira</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Once upon a time you and I&lt;br /&gt;When we were dreaming easy&lt;br /&gt;Fresh as limes and happy as a Sunday sky&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing we could sell or buy&lt;br /&gt;'Cause all we really needed&lt;br /&gt;Was our bare feet and a pair of wings to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think, darling?&lt;br /&gt;Have we lived too much, too fast?&lt;br /&gt;And have you&lt;br /&gt;Have you felt melancholy, darling&lt;br /&gt;Wishing that time hadn't passed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell me how it used to be?&lt;br /&gt;Have we missed our chance?&lt;br /&gt;Have we changed our hopes for fears&lt;br /&gt;And our dreams for plans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell me how it used to be&lt;br /&gt;When we really cared?&lt;br /&gt;And when love was on our side&lt;br /&gt;On our side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember all the times before&lt;br /&gt;When we could spend our evening&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the ceiling, lying on the floor&lt;br /&gt;My vocabulary wasn't broad&lt;br /&gt;I spoke so little English&lt;br /&gt;And the words transferred&lt;br /&gt;Sound like something odd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think, darling?&lt;br /&gt;Have I lived too much, too fast?&lt;br /&gt;And have you&lt;br /&gt;Have you felt the melancholy, darling&lt;br /&gt;Wishing that time hadn't passed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell me how it used to be?&lt;br /&gt;Have we missed our chance?&lt;br /&gt;Have we changed our hopes for fears&lt;br /&gt;And our dreams for plans?&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell me how it used to be&lt;br /&gt;When we really cared?&lt;br /&gt;And when love was on our side&lt;br /&gt;On our side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your guess, darling?&lt;br /&gt;Have I lived too much, too fast?&lt;br /&gt;So if you&lt;br /&gt;If you ever come and find me crying&lt;br /&gt;Now you know&lt;br /&gt;Now you know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell me how I used to be?&lt;br /&gt;Have I missed my chance?&lt;br /&gt;Have I changed my hopes for fears&lt;br /&gt;And my dreams for plans?&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell me how it used to be&lt;br /&gt;When we really cared?&lt;br /&gt;And when love was on our side&lt;br /&gt;On our side...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dreamtobohemia:269</id>
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    <title>I need to break free.</title>
    <published>2006-03-25T00:42:08Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-25T00:42:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My hands are tied;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet are bound;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to fly, I cannot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I am happy, you see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because I have a star, waiting for me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a dream that will help me break free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a heart that will not give in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Corey</content>
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