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			<title>first love</title>
			<description>Your silhouette appears &amp;nbsp;in every faces on the streetin every lights in the darknessIt is you that I seein everythingYes,&amp;nbsp;it is frustrating, infuriatingYes,relievingIt is never not being together that terrifies me.forgetting isto forget your faceyour eyes, your lips, your ugly nose.&amp;nbsp;y..</description>
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			<title>Time</title>
			<description>There was a time...when mirror was her tunes, her melody, her twinand they would sing and dance and humtogetherin harmony, unseperatedA time...&amp;nbsp;when 'consequences' were just teasedand 'responsibilities' were just mockedand 'freedom' was more than just taleHer time...when she was known for her n..</description>
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			<title>My Dove</title>
			<description>Above the sky across the clouds, she singsClapping wings battling winds, she fliesHigher...Higher...HigherThe world below lay so small, punyThe ground so poor, stained &amp;nbsp;Shameful.&amp;nbsp;Look at her.Flying high.&amp;nbsp;Look at her. Look at her.&amp;nbsp;Across the sky forgetting the ground&amp;nbsp;denying ..</description>
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