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			<title>The Bull</title>
			<description>Satire</description>
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			<title>Jazz</title>
			<description>The cymbals start to rattle, then follows the pluck of a string.But which is it, the trumpet or the sax, that is king?Each one wails and moans with emotion,Drawing listeners in and gaining devotion.You don't hear music so rich now a days.Miles Davis and Coltrane, show me your ways.The trumpet really..</description>
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			<title>Let me go</title>
			<description>I can&amp;rsquo;t say the words I want to say to youBecause I already know your answers are trueYou&amp;rsquo;ve said it before and at this rate you&amp;rsquo;ll say it againI know I&amp;rsquo;ll fall for you again but I don&amp;rsquo;t know when.You&amp;rsquo;re like a bla..</description>
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			<title>Asylum</title>
			<description>I can&amp;rsquo;t figure out why I am Nick Ball.Moving as a child must have screwed me up.Either that or all the pot at a young age.Either that or this or all of those things.Why think about the causes?The solution can be so much more valuable.Bu..</description>
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			<title>You remind me of my mother</title>
			<description>You remind me of my motherWhich is bizarre because I wanted you as a loverBut now I realize that things weren&amp;rsquo;t meant to beI wanted you but you have never wanted meYou don&amp;rsquo;t realize how I feel but I can&amp;rsquo;t blame youI tried my har..</description>
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			<title>Anger</title>
			<description>Who doesn't get angry?</description>
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			<title>Ever Since You</title>
			<description>Just me trying to deal with longings for my ex.</description>
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			<title>All I Want</title>
			<description>A short poem I wrote while I was a little mad at the world.</description>
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