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			<title>The flower</title>
			<description>i am but cocooned in a shelli wait the rain and warmth of sun&amp;nbsp;the fertile soil &amp;nbsp;of the earth before me&amp;nbsp;the first warm shower arrivesit sparks me and beings me closer to heri feel a strange happening deep within me&amp;nbsp;and it growsit stretches forth to touch her waiting hands&amp;nbsp;to ..</description>
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			<title>THE SERVANT</title>
			<description>OH LORD MY ARM IS TRIED&amp;nbsp;THE SWORNS SO HEAVY&amp;nbsp;AND MY AMOUR IS SO COLD	WHAT DO YOU ,WANT ME TO DOWHEN WILL IT END,&amp;nbsp;ONE MORE TIME IN THE FIRE&amp;nbsp;ONE LAST TIME ,WITHOUT DESIRE&amp;nbsp;OH LORD WHEN WILL IT EVER END&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I CAN NO LONGER CRYMY TEARS HAVE BECOME SO DRYTHE WORLD HAS BECOME..</description>
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			<title>take me down</title>
			<description>more of a song really</description>
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			<title>The Sea</title>
			<description>i can look as i stand at the edge of the sea and be drawn to it&amp;nbsp;as if it had a force or a hand that pulls&amp;nbsp;even its air pulls , and tugs at my soula sound that repeats as waves and shore meeti can close my eyes and feels its powerif as some primordial calling is there&amp;nbsp;it beckons me , a..</description>
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			<title>To Oden </title>
			<description>respect to father </description>
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			<title>young love</title>
			<description>Oh tender sweet girlYou are as the &amp;nbsp;peachFirm and sweet that I can not eatOr to abide the touch of such a fruitto my lips to meetYour nectar to savori would go insane to defoliateSuch a blossom as youand yet you bring to eye such a sightOf wanton heart and heatbare with &amp;nbsp;me awhile and sit ..</description>
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			<title>My friend </title>
			<description>oh my darling friendyou have been with me so long&amp;nbsp;you greet me at the dooras one has been missed for such a long timeyou touch me with your velvet kissand ask for nothing but my companyyou smile with your eyesand rubble at my touchand now you are illand i will stand beside you&amp;nbsp;forever and ..</description>
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			<title>Thaweisha</title>
			<description>chaptere one the discovery&amp;nbsp; It only seems like a dream now and a place of dreams and yet it has a name Thaweisha , what can i tell you , its still like a dream ,that i can not even believe.How did i ever see such a place and it beauty, i have no clue .valleys mountains rivers mists creatures th..</description>
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