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			<title>DOOR OPENS</title>
			<description>to hear the lock tumblerdoor opensi want to break from realityeverything vanishes before i seewhat was never my notionat last i stood foryou walk on a sick groundsvaulted by withered stuffssmokes emerge from the cracksyour next day can smashall you wantedand all you never gotand you can count the cr..</description>
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			<title>FREEDOM OF SOUL</title>
			<description>My utter becomes unkindwilderness awakens from the silenceit will be a furtive glimpse of his beastwill i adore my wishmy honor to soar in moonlighti shackle my desire againif i could not love you anymoreit will be a hangover on my lifeor as i adoresovereign soulto be freedfrom the castles of abando..</description>
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			<title>REASON TO LIVE MORE</title>
			<description>Why you have leftyour power to dreamas the &amp;nbsp;shadow follows your footstepsi remember standing in the courtyardlooking at the cleft in the walli painted my figure on the wallwith the black of my own &amp;nbsp;ashesi lost the count of timeand met the last dead man in the dreamhe was still trying to ha..</description>
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			<title>UNUSUAL STRESSES</title>
			<description>I wanted to see you,&amp;nbsp;In dreams,&amp;nbsp;and always,&amp;nbsp;It lingers,&amp;nbsp;Like mists,&amp;nbsp;and smokes,&amp;nbsp;In spaces,&amp;nbsp;before my visions,&amp;nbsp;but in realities people,&amp;nbsp;find epmty mosaics,&amp;nbsp;filled with airs,&amp;nbsp;rather beautiful fluids,&amp;nbsp;Like wines of dreams,&amp;nbsp;so in a jiffy,&amp;..</description>
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			<title>FIRE OF TURMOILS</title>
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			<title>RISE &amp; FALL</title>
			<description>standing tall for the aiming victories,
till to the moaning  miseries of old age,
like the aging desires,
rendered feeble,
before the skilled glibs,
of ruthless time,
earnings profits over the deaths and turmoils.
counting the piles of gold and mat</description>
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