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			<title>Some Nights</title>
			<description>Some nights I lay back and stare at the celingSome nights I think about youSome nights I journey into my pastSome night I wish this wasn't true. &amp;nbsp;I dreamed about our future while living in our pastI hurt someone to get away from you, the victory didn't lastI tried an new drug to take away the p..</description>
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			<title>The Best He Ever Had</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Dyson&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo;the young woman trailed off as she stirred in her sleep. The man smiled down ather. She was simply captivating to watch, not like other females he had beenwith. She seemed like the diamond in the rough. He stood still, watching,taking in her beauty. Seeing her ..</description>
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