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			<title>What the girl didn't know</title>
			<description>It all happened fairly quickly.</description>
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			<title>Captain</title>
			<description>Before the trip began</description>
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			<title>Where am I?</title>
			<description>So sorry about the confusionSaid the man with the road signsI only meant to lead you safeTo the next man down the lineBut if you fail to see my friendThe same track that you startedPerhaps your feet have wandered offTo a path yet more unchartedIt seems to me you have a plightThat f..</description>
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			<title>okay</title>
			<description>he said to me, with eyes cold and still&quot;you got to keep the loneliness at bay--distract yourself with whatever will killthe sound of those longings trying to say&quot;he told me, but showed me how easy it wasto keep those lonesome blues awayhow if you played dead and forgot your past lovesthen hid you wo..</description>
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			<title>on psychedelics</title>
			<description>manifesto</description>
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			<title>untitled</title>
			<description>all the poetry of her youthcan't save her nowshe throws them all awayin crumpled paper ballsshe's a little less than satisfiedwith the way things turned outwhat once held passion, lust and sooth,now lines the graven walls</description>
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			<title>I'm wandering</title>
			<description>parking lot, heat, empty daze, cold ambush, spontaneity and lack of inspired

In the spirit of the blues.</description>
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