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			<title>From the depths of my hell</title>
			<description>Dedicated to the family I never got to see, who was starved, burned and tortured to death.</description>
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			<title>Insufficient</title>
			<description>(The ballad for the woman who had silicone tits)</description>
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			<title>Eos</title>
			<description>*In Greek mythology, Eos is the Titan goddess of the dawn, who rose from her home at the edge of Oceanu.</description>
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			<title>Quiet Flood</title>
			<description>I see your image up that hillIs that my baby girl you&amp;rsquo;re holding in your arms?I think it has been raining for a year by nowOr maybe it&amp;rsquo;s just me who has been crying all this timeSitting on that bitter stone that&amp;rsquo;s fixed into the curveI longed to feel the wind upon my cheeks againLe..</description>
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			<title>Parched Land</title>
			<description>Absolute confusion in your headToo many colors stand before your eyesRelease those earphones from your headConnect them to my beating heartThe change in tunesWill break through your distortionAnd clear sounds of loveWill carry us afarYour pretty face reflectsUpon the puddles on my streetMy mind turn..</description>
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