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			<title>Spaceships</title>
			<description>This is what it&amp;rsquo;s like to love you..It&amp;rsquo;s like being the last 2 people alive..Floating aimlessly through space..Watching galaxies drift by the window..Stars exploding to life &amp;amp; giving them names..Your laughter swept away by cosmic wind..But it&amp;rsquo;s a lonely existence..Your eyes ful..</description>
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			<title>On being the sun momentarily</title>
			<description>Someone I loved temporarilyOnce called me sunshineAnd I smiled as brightly as I could&amp;nbsp;For as long as I could for himAnd I tried to pretend I was the sunJust as he thought I wasBut he failed to see the stormsBrewing within my eyes&amp;nbsp;All the rainwater I swallowed&amp;nbsp;Until we were standing an..</description>
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