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			<title>Eyes of Darkness</title>
			<description>The eyes of darkness death's dual spies,
their gaze alone will end our lives.
The end is near, you must take heed.
Death is here to act out its deed.
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			<title>A Song of Trembling Sorrow</title>
			<description>A song of trembling sorrow she bellows,
the cries of a young lass as she wallows.
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			<title>Life Worthwhile</title>
			<description>I want to kiss you atop the Eiffel Tower
Walk hand in hand through an April shower</description>
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			<title>Stand</title>
			<description>I walk down a lonely road,
constantly searching for a path.
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			<title>My Little Man</title>
			<description>Christmas time comes once a year
Each one bringing up my biggest fear
My fear that this will be your last
Then all I&amp;#2013266066;ll have left is the past
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			<title>My Final Breath</title>
			<description>You lay sleeping 
So soft, so gentle
At peace with the world</description>
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			<title>Cold and Alone</title>
			<description>The wind rushes through the trees
The bitter cold settles in
Snow flying, darkness falling
The sun stolen away</description>
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