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			<title>Meeting in the moonlight</title>
			<description>This fan you gave mea charmto blanketour secrecy&amp;nbsp;As my heart is poundingand racing with the windthis fearis defeated by the clear heart. So clearthat though my eyes can't seemy heart catches a glimpse of youin the moonlight&amp;nbsp;Like a shadow that kissesthe half-moon..</description>
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			<title>A cup of tea</title>
			<description>you opened the doorinvited me inand let me drinktea from your cupsip by sipin solitude</description>
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			<title>The call</title>
			<description>following my heart callnot knowing where it leads by nightfalla lovely garden or a dark woodi cannot foreseebut either onehas made a different me</description>
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			<title>Chasing the wind</title>
			<description>thinkingmy soul is searchingfor a piece of peacehesitating, floatingknowing that i might bejust chasing the windnow being stranded near the sky linemy breath is running for the little timeas you run and you rushknowing that i might be just chasing the windis it time to retrieve, i sighand the moon s..</description>
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			<title>Orange Sky</title>
			<description>The sun has set in the orange skyand the sound of the night has started to playjust like yesterdayand the day before yesterdayand the day before before yesterdaybut somehow life is not the sameand behind my grin and laughterI begin to sense I'm losinghalf of my wings</description>
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