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			<title>Philo</title>
			<description>We held our heads highWaved our flags above our children's eyesAnd waited for the ships to roll inVictory instilled in their sight.As we took what we did not own:Lives, land, wives and homes...All in the name of order.All in the same, we cowered.Well either kings are gods or men ar..</description>
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			<title>Appeal of Flame</title>
			<description>This is the oldest song of mine that I still remember how to play. One of my faves.</description>
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			<title>Downtown.</title>
			<description>A song I wrote last summer. True story.</description>
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