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			<title>Do Tell</title>
			<description> Is it my eyes? That just surprise... Is it my love? That I hold... Is it the story? That we'll mold... When we turn grey When we're old...&amp;nbsp;Cause I never arrived, On a shiny white horse. Just another guy, Loosing direction, loosing course. B..</description>
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			<title>Keep dancing</title>
			<description>I was listening to a house track (Inspirations by Dutchican Soul) and I thought to myself that this life we're living.. its like a house track.. with us in the middle, as an integral part of it like the bassline.. with each track representing a different </description>
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