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<center><table><tbody><tr><td><div style='text-align:left'><div style="width:260px;background-color:#ffedbe"><center><div style="padding:3px;font-family:TAHOMA;font-size:8px;width:250px;color:#ffffff;letter-spacing:1px;text-align:justify;line-height:150%;text-transform:UPPercase">Taylor Alison Swift was born on December 13, 1989 in Reading, PA. She's an American singer, songwriter and actress. She is a seven-time GRAMMY winner, and the youngest recipient in history of the music industry's highest honor, the GRAMMY Award for Album of the Year.</div></div>
<td><center><div style="width:220px;font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#ffedbe;font-size:25px;text-transform:uppercase;line-height:100%;letter-spacing:1px"><b>I think I am finally clean</b></div><div style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:9px;letter-spacing:2.8px;line-height:120%;text-align:center;text-transform:uppercase"><a href="http://www.yoble.com.br/Community/4868"><font color="#b0b0b0">taylor swift, characters®</a></font></table>
<center><div style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#ffedbe;font-size:22px;text-transform:uppercase;line-height:118%;letter-spacing:0.4px"><b>the sky turn black like a perfect storm</div></div></b>
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<div style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';width:310px;color:#ffedbe;font-size:15px;text-transform:uppercase;line-height:100%;letter-spacing:2px"><center><b>Rain came pouring down. When I was drowning that's when<big><br>I could finally breathe.</b></big></div></div>
<center><div style="margin:0px;padding:0px;color:#b0b0b0;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:10px;letter-spacing:0px;width:310px;line-height:10px;text-align:justify"><br>In the world we live in, much is said about when we are born and when we die. Our birthday is celebrated every year to commemorate the very instant we came into the world, and a funeral is held to mark the day we leave it. But lately I’ve been wondering...What can be said of all the moments in between our birth and our death? The moments when we are reborn... The debate over whether people can change is an interesting one for me to observe because it seems like all I ever do is change. All I ever do is learn from my mistakes so I don’t make the same ones again. Then I make new ones. I know people can change because it happens to me little by little every day. Every day I wake up as someone slightly new. Isn’t it wild and intriguing and beautiful to think that every day we are new? [...] I hope you know that you’ve given me the courage to change. I hope you know that who you are is who you choose to be, and that whispers behind your back don’t define you. You are the only one who gets to decide what you will be remembered for. From the girl who said she would never cut her hair or move to New York or find happiness in a world where she is not in love... </font></center></div></div><p style="text-align: right;"><img src="http://groundctrl.s3.amazonaws.com/clients/taylorswift/site/1989Design/about/taylorSig.png" width="110"></div></td>

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