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<title>greasy.com - Sweet Darfur</title>
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<description>rasbabi's Blog</description>
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<copyright>&#169; 06:25:35 Greasy.com  All rights reserved.</copyright>
<pubDate>Fri,  Sep 06:25:35 5 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>Touch Me Darfur</title>
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<description> I know you can not I know you want your children to be happy again you are full of pain touch me Darfur with your hands if you want send me something like.... say.... you know me </description>
<pubDate>Fri, 16 May 2008 01:53:48 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>Remembering</title>
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<description> Darfur nice one and sweet one Darfur... I can not forget take you out of my mind out of my head before the beast we were happy sometimes I can not stand firm I can not sleep at night I can not eat I can not say you never exist remembering remembering you my time with you remembering is fire burning inside me they can not see they do not hear oh sweet Darfur I am with you </description>
<pubDate>Sat, 3 May 2008 00:41:03 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>You Are My Moon Light</title>
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<description> she is the love of my life, years back our story began, we grow up in the same area, her parents were my parents, we loved each other just like that, she was the queen of my life, I was her king, she became water in my mouth; I became water to her eyes... Oh my sweet Darfur What they have done to you? She send me her picture with two lines; years after I have left our land... why Darfur? where are the men? How come? they raped my love they broke her ribs instead of her eyes, I saw a fish e ...</description>
<pubDate>Wed, 23 Apr 2008 02:58:35 GMT</pubDate>
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