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			<title>sunday night</title>
			<description>i've lived my lifemy time is throughthis is my choiceit's not up to yougrant me thismy final requesttake my painput me to restcry with me childi know that you're sadbut i've seen the lightand it isn't half badtalk to me, soncome sit with meby letting me goyou're setting..</description>
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			<title>wallflower</title>
			<description>standing in the back of the roomwatching time unfold; laughter, idle chit chat.silently observing, lost in self thoughtshe approaches. touches his shoulder.they exchange pleasantries, she was being politedoing what she had learned growing up was 'nice'mind racing. he cant think of anythi..</description>
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