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			<title>When i Die</title>
			<pubDate>Thu, 09 Feb 2012 18:49:17 GMT</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[ When I die
when my coffin
is being taken out
you must never think
i am missing this world 
   
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when my coffin
is being taken out
you must never think
i am missing this world</pre>
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			<title>When I Am Dead, My Dearest</title>
			<pubDate>Thu, 09 Feb 2012 18:45:05 GMT</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[   When I Am Dead, My Dearest   

When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.
I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forge ]]></description>
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When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.
I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forge</pre>]]></content:encoded>
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			<title>Words</title>
			<pubDate>Thu, 09 Feb 2012 18:43:39 GMT</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[ BECAUSE I could not stop for Death-- 
He kindly stopped for me-- 
The Carriage held but just Ourselves-- 
And Immortality. 

We slowly drove--He knew no haste 
And I had put away 
My labour and my leisure too, 
For His Civility-- 

We passed the School, where Children strove 
At Recess--in the Ring-- 
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain-- 
We passed the Setting Sun-- 

Or rather--He passed Us-- 
The Dews drew quivering and chill-- 
For only Gossamer, my Gown-- 
My Tippet--only Tulle-- 

We paused before a House that seemed 
A Swelling of the Ground-- 
The Roof was scarcely visible-- 
The Cornice--in the Ground-- 

Since then--'tis Centuries--and yet 
Feels shorter than the Day 
I first surmised the Horses Heads 
Were toward Eternity-- ]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<pre style="font: normal normal normal 14px/normal 'comic sans ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 5px;">BECAUSE I could not stop for Death-- 
He kindly stopped for me-- 
The Carriage held but just Ourselves-- 
And Immortality. 

We slowly drove--He knew no haste 
And I had put away 
My labour and my leisure too, 
For His Civility-- 

We passed the School, where Children strove 
At Recess--in the Ring-- 
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain-- 
We passed the Setting Sun-- 

Or rather--He passed Us-- 
The Dews drew quivering and chill-- 
For only Gossamer, my Gown-- 
My Tippet--only Tulle-- 

We paused before a House that seemed 
A Swelling of the Ground-- 
The Roof was scarcely visible-- 
The Cornice--in the Ground-- 

Since then--'tis Centuries--and yet 
Feels shorter than the Day 
I first surmised the Horses Heads 
Were toward Eternity--</pre>]]></content:encoded>
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			<title>Life and death</title>
			<pubDate>Thu, 09 Feb 2012 18:42:39 GMT</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[   
 
When I deeply contemplate the transient nature of human life, I realize that,
from beginning to end, life is impermanent like an illusion. We have not yet
heard of anyone who lived ten thousand years. How fleeting is a lifetime!
Who in this world today can maintain a human form for even a hundred years?
There is no knowing whether I will die first or others, whether death will occur
today or tomorrow. We depart one after another more quickly than the dewdrops on
the roots or the tips of the blades of grasses. So it is said. Hence, we may
have radiant faces in the morning, but by evening we may turn into white ashes.
Once the winds of impermanence have blown, our eyes are instantly closed and our
breath stops forever. Then, our radiant face changes its color, and the
attractive countenance like peach and plum blossoms is lost. Family and
relatives will gather and grieve, but all to no avail?
Since there is nothing else that can be done, they carry the deceased out to the
fields, and then what is left after the body has been cremated and has turned
into the midnight smoke is just white ashes. Words fail to describe the sadness
of it all.
Thus the ephemeral nature of human existence is such that death comes to young
and old alike without discrimination. So we should all quickly take to heart the
matter of the greatest importance of the afterlife, entrust ourselves deeply to
Amida Buddha, and recite the nembutsu.
Humbly and respectfully ]]></description>
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When I deeply contemplate the transient nature of human life, I realize that,
from beginning to end, life is impermanent like an illusion. We have not yet
heard of anyone who lived ten thousand years. How fleeting is a lifetime!
Who in this world today can maintain a human form for even a hundred years?
There is no knowing whether I will die first or others, whether death will occur
today or tomorrow. We depart one after another more quickly than the dewdrops on
the roots or the tips of the blades of grasses. So it is said. Hence, we may
have radiant faces in the morning, but by evening we may turn into white ashes.
Once the winds of impermanence have blown, our eyes are instantly closed and our
breath stops forever. Then, our radiant face changes its color, and the
attractive countenance like peach and plum blossoms is lost. Family and
relatives will gather and grieve, but all to no avail?
Since there is nothing else that can be done, they carry the deceased out to the
fields, and then what is left after the body has been cremated and has turned
into the midnight smoke is just white ashes. Words fail to describe the sadness
of it all.
Thus the ephemeral nature of human existence is such that death comes to young
and old alike without discrimination. So we should all quickly take to heart the
matter of the greatest importance of the afterlife, entrust ourselves deeply to
Amida Buddha, and recite the nembutsu.
Humbly and respectfully</pre>]]></content:encoded>
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			<title>Make it last forever</title>
			<pubDate>Thu, 09 Feb 2012 18:31:31 GMT</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[ I have this feeling, Its abaout a boy. I never felt this way before. I would die for him.  
 Way do i feel this way? I hate love somewone. People just hurt eachother. Don`t missanderstand me. I do mistakes to, but this times it differet. I wont to do mistakes with you.  
 This feeling is too strong, its killing me. ¨ 
 Every day every night. I wish you were here.  When you kiss me i forgett everything, its just you and me, I love you.  ]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have this feeling, Its abaout a boy. I never felt this way before. I would die for him. </p>
<p>Way do i feel this way? I hate love somewone. People just hurt eachother. Don`t missanderstand me. I do mistakes to, but this times it differet. I wont to do mistakes with you. </p>
<p>This feeling is too strong, its killing me. ¨</p>
<p>Every day every night. I wish you were here.  When you kiss me i forgett everything, its just you and me, I love you. </p>]]></content:encoded>
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			<title>The scary feeling</title>
			<pubDate>Thu, 09 Feb 2012 17:20:47 GMT</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[  The feeling you wont to kill somebady .  
  Where is this feeling coming froom? And who is making me think like this?  
 I have this dark scary feeling in my head, i turn my head up and down everyday. My life would have been so much betther without you. You hurt me when i was on my best. I wont to punnish you. But i dont now if killing you is the right thing to do? This is seek. You were one of my best friends, i shared my bed with you. Now i just look at you, and i have blood in my eyes. Wonder if you noticed what im thinking of. Im you nightmar.  
 I wont to kill you in silence, kill you so you can be mine forever.  
 You think I`m crazy? Good. I wont you to be my angel.  ]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="text-decoration: underline;">The feeling you wont to kill somebady</span>. </p>
<p><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Where is this feeling coming froom? And who is making me think like this?</span></p>
<p>I have this dark scary feeling in my head, i turn my head up and down everyday. My life would have been so much betther without you. You hurt me when i was on my best. I wont to punnish you. But i dont now if killing you is the right thing to do? This is seek. You were one of my best friends, i shared my bed with you. Now i just look at you, and i have blood in my eyes. Wonder if you noticed what im thinking of. Im you nightmar. </p>
<p>I wont to kill you in silence, kill you so you can be mine forever. </p>
<p>You think I`m crazy? Good. I wont you to be my angel. </p>]]></content:encoded>
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