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			<title>Gold</title>
			<description>Now I might be speaking gibberishIn clouds engulfed by neck bonesSpine tingling from basins bellowsWipe this cleanThis slateThis canvas painted goldAs the chorus of the forestScreams in ovation askingAm I?Are you? I don't know It's like graffiti on the walls Punished be..</description>
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			<title>The Artist</title>
			<description>In the land he saw a mountainBland as desert fieldsAnd atop he saw a fountainwith the brush he came to yieldAbove the sands and dunesWhere angels sang in tuneSunlight was vacantthe land was dressed in moonHe painted glimmers in the skyAs bright as golden thronesCasting shadows ..</description>
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			<title>French</title>
			<description>Let us go then you and IWhen the evening is spread out against the skyLike a two way mirror shattered by morning breathMay we trot around the plains, painting portraits of the oldThe days everlasting, and nights of the boldAround and above the river-wrapped treeswhere prayer is the only ..</description>
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			<title>Blue</title>
			<description>About the rain </description>
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			<title>One</title>
			<description>A farmhand in the sun rolls up his daily sleeveA fisherman floats and ventures to the daily seaThe men have in common, the same air to breatheThough one filled with salts the other filled with weedsA scientist in the lab, thrives off what he learnsWhile the homeless man thrives off of th..</description>
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			<title>We Were Foreigners</title>
			<description>We were foreignersWe explored the river bedsPanning gold with diamond platesRan rapid through the rapids Riding clouds from place to placeDrinking ale and smoking balesFrom the field in which we restAnd The air was so clean We felt it purify our chestsWhere the plains came to e..</description>
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			<title>Somewhere Past the Atmosphere</title>
			<description>Somewhere past the cliffsIn the diamond studded sea Is the maritime mists Is where I plan to beI want you, and everything you've ever seenI want to live and breathe this life, like one of your dreamsWhen you're wave breaks, I'm the sand upon the shore Take with you pieces of me, I'..</description>
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			<title>Skyline</title>
			<description>Through the echoes of a soft accordion Playing tremors on a fortnight Came a rain soaked magicianPulling rabbits behind curtainsFlying doves out of liquor bottlesWhile curly cued blonde femmesSang ashes ashes in a car rideSpinning tires against the pavementFloating stop signs into ..</description>
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			<title>When I'm Drowning</title>
			<description>I do my finest thinking when I'm drowning, so catch me nose deep in your sea swellsInhaling salts and complacency When enough is enough ill return to you, atmosphere Hold me down without gravity Bring me higher than a sixties jamAnd ill swim laps until my legs give out And do some mo..</description>
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