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			<title>Days Ago</title>
			<description>A lonely room during working hours&amp;nbsp;But by night our&amp;nbsp; youth , danced inside &amp;nbsp;The sorrows are now awayWhen the walls were spinning like a carnival rideThe laughter was seeping through our carefree smilesTime flying byLaughter lingering in the airThe smell of innocenc..</description>
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			<title>A Different Day for a Lover's first kiss</title>
			<description>Last nightYou danced around the florescent lightsMusic blaring in your ear Smoke immensely flowing Mystifying in the airYou voice carried on Wind through you hairThe morning bringsReality of a new dayThe voice of youHappily chanting to meYour callYou only wanted to see me..</description>
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			<title>Converse Love</title>
			<description>As my wine glass is tilted Just enough to dampen my cherry stained lips, I&amp;rsquo;m suddenly encumbered by familiarity While my mind vigorously paces in confusion Haven&amp;rsquo;t I traveled,Down this road before&amp;nbsp; Only this time, I&amp;rsquo;ve stopped to wonder,When the time has elapse..</description>
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			<title>Drive</title>
			<description>I drove myself to a world of insanity Trying to feel, trying to beMy hopes, my dreamsAre suddenly asphyxiated by the maddening sounds of reality&amp;nbsp;I find myself drifting into a world of fantasyWhere everything I feel, see, live, and breathe can compensate for the loss that carried&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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