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		<title>The Greatest Love</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p class="excerpt">The Greatest Love July was burning, barbed wire and dust,Men without names, reduced to their rust.Hunger and silence, striped cloth and skin,But something still lived deep within.A number stitched where a name once stood,16670 still knew what is good. When fear was law and mercy was gone,One quiet faith was holding on. This is the greatest love we know,To walk&#8230; <a href="https://blog.snoir.de/archive/11110">Read more &#8594;</a></p>]]></description>
		
		
		
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		<title>Nachts in meinem Kopf / 夜里在我的脑海</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p class="excerpt">Nachts in meinem Kopf Wieder wach um halb vier Decke starrt mich nur an Irgendwo draußen fährt ein Zug vorbei In mir fährt gar nichts mehr Zu viele Fragen in der Warteschleife Stummer Krieg in meiner Brust Alle reden von dem großen Wurf Sag, wie viel fehlt mir noch zu mir Hab mich verlernt auf halbem Weg Alle sagen, es&#8230; <a href="https://blog.snoir.de/archive/11053">Read more &#8594;</a></p>]]></description>
		
		
		
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		<title>Rolling Over Green Hills (Irish Folk &#8211; Irish Pub Version)</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p class="excerpt">Rolling Over Green Hills (Irish Folk &#8211; Irish Pub Version) Oh, the bright winds are calling, Through the pines the echoes tremble, And the road by the river Feels alive with old-time splendor. Will you join the band with me? Raise your glass and step in closer, Let the night grow wild and free— We’ll be rolling over green hills,&#8230; <a href="https://blog.snoir.de/archive/10799">Read more &#8594;</a></p>]]></description>
		
		
		
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		<title>The Power in This World</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2025 13:17:47 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p class="excerpt">The Power in This World There is a power in this world, that turns the darkness into light. It speaks so softly, yet so clear— a glowing altar, healing, bright. No sword, no hate, no ancient pain can ever break it or restrain. Demons fall when Buddha sees— this fire burns down all disease. This power — it carries you&#8230; <a href="https://blog.snoir.de/archive/10675">Read more &#8594;</a></p>]]></description>
		
		
		
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