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A post-Valentine’s piece about Kevin Tihista

By Erwin T. Romulo | March 11, 2005 - 12:00am

LONDON, ENGLAND – This is the sound of a breaking heart. No crash. No boom. Not even a burp of stormy weather from the heavens. Only a strummed guitar and a voice that threatens to crack up with every word,...

Young Star