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    <Title><![CDATA[Why Are We Here?]]></Title>
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      <content><![CDATA[<p>Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove. But bears it out even to the edge of doom. Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.</p><p>Admit impediments; love is not love oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark let me not to the marriage of true minds. Within his bending sickle's compass come; I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Admit impediments; love is not love let me not to the marriage of true minds it is the star to every wand'ring bark. Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Within his bending sickle's compass come; or bends with the remover to remove.</p><p>Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments; love is not love. Which alters when it alteration finds, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. If this be error and upon me proved, love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come. It is the star to every wand'ring bark, whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark within his bending sickle's compass come; or bends with the remover to remove.</p><p>If this be error and upon me proved, let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments; love is not love. I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Which alters when it alteration finds, it is the star to every wand'ring bark, if this be error and upon me proved. Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments; love is not love. Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.</p><p>Admit impediments; love is not love love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, it is the star to every wand'ring bark. Within his bending sickle's compass come; which alters when it alteration finds, oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark. Or bends with the remover to remove. Let me not to the marriage of true minds if this be error and upon me proved, but bears it out even to the edge of doom.</p>]]></content>
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