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			<title>Little Bird Told Me</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Little Bird Told MeOne day a little bird spoke to meof a gift that comes from a resumehe said little me be ready for a ray of joyto be gurgled fast down ahoy Today little bird shouts to mefrom a sturdy branch of the cork treebe strong for what&amp;rsquo;s to come and conquerof what you fear of you..</description>
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			<title>Please God</title>
			<description>Please GodHear me, shout quietly to the heaven	&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; make me, think grandly of thepossibilityhurt me, not till you bleed to the lastdrop	&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; do me, tenderly in the open space ofyour heart</description>
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			<title>How  can there be</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;One night blurring into Many pieces of me&amp;nbsp;Could there be more to seeTo naked eyes emotion &amp;nbsp;Filling every pore Drowning purging sore&amp;nbsp;How can there be...</description>
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