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			<title>Colors of the Morning</title>
			<description>PINK is a streak in the skyA promise of the rising sun&amp;nbsp;RED is the blinking clockA moment before the sounding alarm&amp;nbsp;BLUE is the running showerA wish to just return to bed&amp;nbsp;GREEN is the grass kissed by the risen sunA warm hug nature gives this day&amp;nbsp;YELLOW is t..</description>
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			<title>Under the Paycheck</title>
			<description>Life it seems just isn't fairNow fate meets my unlucky pairA stroke of pen upon the pageA sign that I accept the wage&amp;nbsp;To work at night before the&amp;nbsp;dawnAnd keep in mind a simple songOf days so young and hearts so fullI hope that I can make it through&amp;nbsp;The days of work..</description>
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			<title>HOPE</title>
			<description>Hope is the killer The victim of the crimeA shadow in the nightDesperate on a dime&amp;nbsp;Hope is the feelingThat things had once been rightAnd people have a shred of lightEven through the darkest night&amp;nbsp;Hope is a feverThat rages way too youngTakes a life in the nightBefo..</description>
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