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					<description><![CDATA[<p class="excerpt">Afterglow Sunset’s painting skies in pink,Last light fading at the brink.Fireflies in evening air,Your hand in mine, I’m unaware. The heat still lingers on my skin,A whisper of where we’ve been.We’re chasing stars instead of time,Still high on love, still feeling fine. We’re living in the afterglow,Of days that moved so soft, so slow.Still hear the music in my soul,Summer&#8230; <a href="https://blog.snoir.de/archive/10063">Read more &#8594;</a></p>]]></description>
		
		
		
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					<description><![CDATA[<p class="excerpt">Summer&#8217;s on My Skin Thirty degrees and the sky’s so blue, Golden rays are breaking through. People dancing in the street, Barefoot rhythm, feel the beat. Ice cream melting, laughter loud, Every face a sunlit cloud. No worries, no deadlines — Just beach waves and good times. Summer’s on my skin, I’m alive again, Every little breeze feels like a&#8230; <a href="https://blog.snoir.de/archive/10061">Read more &#8594;</a></p>]]></description>
		
		
		
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		<title>Der Sommer ist vorbei</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p class="excerpt">Wie „Grass“ (krass), Der Sommer ist vorbei, Den Hut bedeckt alsbald der Staub. Die Haut wird langsam wieder blass, Und leiser wir am See das Vogelgeschrei. Sanft fällt das goldene Laub. SNS <a href="https://blog.snoir.de/archive/2494">Read more &#8594;</a></p>]]></description>
		
		
		
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