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			<title>Windfall</title>
			<description>The phantom of the windshaping, turning, breathingthe heartbeat of the heavensbrushing past my face.&amp;nbsp;The leaves rustle, sighing,&amp;nbsp;they are longing for the spring.&amp;nbsp;Gently falling friendssilent, drift belowIt lifts the air around mebe it breeze&amp;nbsp;or howling stormdrifting, rippling thr..</description>
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			<title>Interpret Me With Reckless Abandon </title>
			<description>Shattering HeartbeatDreaming in the darknessA sigh, and a tongue.&amp;nbsp;They're here to stay.&amp;nbsp;The frightened will be liftedThe fight will be overBut who will winin the end?Look into yourself and tell meWhat did you&amp;nbsp;feel?&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>Another Circular Revolution </title>
			<description>He sits in the corner, his eyes glazed overThe dawn is upon us allAnother rotation into our livesWe have forgotten who we are.&amp;nbsp;We wake up, we go about our daysThe dream of the future (or it's whip)&amp;nbsp;attacks us.&amp;nbsp;He is alone.&amp;nbsp;Tell me (you who know so muchand so little)Will you help ..</description>
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