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			<title>This Road</title>
			<description>ThisroadThiswaySolongSolonelyEndless</description>
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			<title>Birds Say (Lyrics)</title>
			<description>Sandon the beach with the water that&amp;rsquo;s callingRockson the cliff with no fear of fallingBirdssay they&amp;rsquo;re flying awayImove so they&amp;rsquo;re heading my wayKnotsin the trees with the leaves that are fallingSummerhas passed and the Autumn is comingBirds..</description>
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			<title>In This World of Nylon Thoughts</title>
			<description>Inthis world of nylon thoughtsThestreetlights are my heroesWherecan I go?I&amp;rsquo;dlike to build a boatMaybesail to PeruOrMarsI&amp;rsquo;dlike to take a hike on the Mars of my mindClimbthe mountainsExplorethe canyonsFindwhat&amp;rsquo;s in me that caus..</description>
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			<title>Loosen</title>
			<description>Imet my sorrow on a walk one dayHetipped his hat and said helloHis hardeyes of stone set on meLeaningagainst a treeWespoke and exchanged jokesLaughedand criedButwhen it was time to goHesaid to not miss himForhe would be returning soonAndsoon he..</description>
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			<title>Of Heart</title>
			<description>He walked the darkened streets of his mind,&amp;nbsp;the street lights flickering and the puddles motionless.There was not a sound save his footsteps and hisjeans brushing across each other as he walked.He followed the path his heart felt was right,it's turns through the alleyways and forgotten streets...</description>
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