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			<title>free yourself</title>
			<description>Free Yourself&amp;nbsp;Are you tired of doing the things that doesn&amp;rsquo;t make you?Putting on a mask to be what society wants you to be?Not learning to be yourself and finding your inner beauty?So just stop and &amp;nbsp;Take off your makeupLoosen up your hairLoosen up your clothesOpen..</description>
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			<title>The Cotton Candy In the Sky</title>
			<description>The Cotton Candy in the Sky&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Iwas sitting on wooden bench, with a cherry popsicle in my hand. I was enjoyingthe heat on my maple brown skin.&amp;nbsp; Mycherry popsicle, on the other hand isn&amp;rsquo;t very fond of the heat and it wasmelting on my hand...</description>
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			<title>we are still in a cage</title>
			<description>Weare still in a cage&amp;nbsp;Many ofus brothers and sisters may not realize this,But weare still in a cage, we like are broken birds, we croak our voicesWespread our black wings, occupying every little bit of space we have&amp;nbsp;We are given little breadcrumbs to sat..</description>
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			<title>blackbird</title>
			<description>Blackbird&amp;nbsp;Blackbird,Will you sing to meThe song of death?Sing to me withYour sorrowful voiceNot like a bluebirdThat sings the song of joy,With it&amp;rsquo;s blissful voice.But don&amp;rsquo;t sing it only to me.You see.But sing to the dead soldie..</description>
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