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			<title>Language of love</title>
			<description>It says
I'm dieing,
I'm falling,
Withering away,
goodbye my love</description>
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			<title>Once upon a time.</title>
			<description>The nights left fading, and I'm still awake...No sounds from you, just another life at stake.Fading stars, and burning&amp;nbsp;memory'sI'm left all alone just a razor and me...It's been 12 hours and im still holding back,but its faith and strength im starting to lack.Staring into the blade as it shines..</description>
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			<title>All your fears have hushed</title>
			<description>What fills those sleepless nights will cries,hush my child..Hear my lullaby.The world will hush your terror screams,as i fill you with these dreams.The monsters quiet as the fairies appear,they scoot away your night filled fears.&quot;My dearest child no need to cry..Your guardians here..The monsters hav..</description>
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			<title>Sunday morning prayer, Saturday night's gin</title>
			<description>We have to believe what we cannot see.</description>
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