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			<title>Till I Met You</title>
			<description>I tried giving in,and I tried pulling away.I tried to love,and I tried to hate.I tried to make peace,and I tried to create a war.But my heart was never satisfied.&amp;nbsp;Till I met you.&amp;nbsp;You made me laugh,yet you made me cry.You taught me how to be a man,yet making me feel like a boy falling in lo..</description>
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			<title>A Mistake Put Right</title>
			<description>In the still darkness,An unborn child lies.Heart thumping, blood flowing.Through veins unseen.Love flows from the mother,As she caresses the soul of the infant with gentle words.Years later,Hatred fills her eyes.As she sees her own flesh and blood.Wondering,A son's thoughts run through his mind.&quot;Was..</description>
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			<title>This Is Me</title>
			<description>I may be an animal.A lusty man, carnal.Full of hatred and pain; I shun away from what hurts me most.Humans.I cry, unseen.Moan, unheard.Yet, it pierces through the heavens.Touching the very heart of God.For He loves me.Jesus, you alone. &amp;hearts;</description>
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			<title>A Free Love</title>
			<description>If life was a breeze, you would have been the leaves.Rustling, fluttering.Inside my heart.Desperately, I try to grab.But all I get is a handful of air.Yet I don't complain.For you're flying in the wind.Swirling, drifting.Free.</description>
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			<title>My X'mas Wish.</title>
			<description>It's a crowded street.And you blend in, unnoticed.Walking down.Couples and families engulfing you.And it hurts. For you're alone.Hurrying along the road;You come to an end.And you stop for a moment.Not knowing where to go next.Even though it's Christmas.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;(I just wish I could spend Christm..</description>
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			<title>Just Around The Corner</title>
			<description>You're blind to the exhaustion that lurks behind those eyes.Or to the sadness hid behind that smile.Yet, I must walk.Along a road of trials.With nothing but a dream,that lurks around the corner.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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