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			<title>Love Come</title>
			<description>The happiness fills it all..too kind for words,wanting it to be just rightstuck in that one moment for life,a stasis of bliss for the time beingthough its a memory now,it was a actual reality thena warm embrace to forget the worries, anything to feel it again</description>
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			<title>MAZE</title>
			<description>Cautious like a glass cup and heavy like a bucket filled with guilt, evasions wont work for this industry&amp;nbsp;fabricated memories just to pass the time, words said on purpose to indent your mindnothing compared to your lyrical massacre of the heartdangerously close to being contagious, is any of th..</description>
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			<title>A time</title>
			<description>There's always going to be that one&amp;nbsp;person&amp;nbsp;in your life that you loved so much you would do anything for that personyou'd killyou'd dieyou'd wish to go back in timeThere's always going to be a time in your life when you regret all the bad things you did to that personyou'll cryyou'll prayy..</description>
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			<title>too many chances, too late</title>
			<description>Damn, i really fucked up this time didn't I?I told you so many things, I shouldn't have liedNow I'm just a typical girlThose words put fear in &quot;I&quot;All of the things I would do just to hold you overnight&amp;nbsp;And now the memory of us just fades awayLike a black shirt in the sun everyday&amp;nbsp;You and I..</description>
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