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			<title>Stars</title>
			<description>Somewherein a galaxy far, far awayup in the skysomehowtodayon this fateful daythis long, long daya star diedlost its lifeexplodedin one last act of beautyfaded awayto greater placesto a greater existencewhere its light will shine on forever.Today, on this long and fateful day,up in the sky, in a gal..</description>
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			<title>Again</title>
			<description>Maybe--maybe you were my first love.&amp;nbsp;Not Alex.Not Kevin.You.&amp;nbsp;That would make sense.&amp;nbsp;It would explain&amp;nbsp;the months I wasted over you,the songs, the poems,the laughs,the tears,the texts.&amp;nbsp;The breaking,and slow mending,of my heart.&amp;nbsp;And now the rebreaking.&amp;nbsp;Well, thank you..</description>
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			<title>Rain, rain, go away...</title>
			<description>The rain dazzles my ears as it pitter-patters on the roof running in rivets down the window pane&amp;nbsp;The music of my mother making dinner my father having a drink follows the warm scent of marinara sauce and beer through my bedroom doo..</description>
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