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			<title>Lord</title>
			<description>The sweet soft sound of your inhaleas with a word I take your will.You gave it freely when you could;now there's no resistance leftbecause it thrills to be enthralled.Blank, in silent shiveringyou take my every word as thought,responding only as I sayand I say naught but pleasure's felt:my voice car..</description>
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