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			<title>Static</title>
			<description>Song Lyrics</description>
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			<title>Breathe</title>
			<description>Song Lyrics</description>
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			<title>Always There</title>
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			<title>I Am Strong</title>
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			<title>Lay Down</title>
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			<title>The Box</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;There is a box. Brown. Bare. Blocked. Lifeless.There is a Life. Sullen. Empty. Boxed from reality.&amp;nbsp;Imagination whispers gently on the leaves of dreamsAs dew on the freshness of spring.Whats in the box? Could be anything. But nothing unless opened.Whats in the life? So little..</description>
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			<title>The Temptation of Love</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;And then, I found the cause of pain was fake&amp;mdash;She was no more a beauty than a sheep;False as these lusty pleasures, you tempting snake,Crossed lover, suffer naught&amp;mdash;in hell tis you I keep.&amp;nbsp;When Love shows first her diamond open eyes, you lureThe setting sun reflect..</description>
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			<title>Without Violence</title>
			<description>A Satire</description>
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			<title>Music Defined</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I hear the rhythm develop.The reachingGraspingInventions.Tell the people to train their ears!To listen to life where music flows freely&amp;mdash;Where complexities are simplifiedand simplicity evolvedInto pristine harmony.The keys of life with a story to tell,No prose can ha..</description>
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