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	<title>Comments on: The painter and the little girl</title>
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		<title>By: Thank you &#171; When hope is lost nothing remains</title>
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		<dc:creator>Thank you &#171; When hope is lost nothing remains</dc:creator>
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		<description>[...] Thank you. From the core of my being. I hope I can make you proud somehow. If only I can teach my kids a fraction of what you tought me, My live will have been worth living. I don&#8217;t know if we&#8217;ll meet again, I don&#8217;t know if you can hear or read this, But I was priviliged to have known/know you all. I am the painting of your lives [...]</description>
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