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			<title>Witch of the West</title>
			<description>Just like the Wizard of OzEverything is quite oddFlying monkeys and ruby slippersStrange how everything is quickerRound and round the merry-go-roundEverything is becoming a blurFaster and faster like a twisterWhy is everything much quicker?Hush darling, do you hear?Hear that sound that causes fear?H..</description>
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			<title>Last Blossom</title>
			<description>Like the last blossom that bloomsThe beauty, the rarity, amazing.But what one doesn't know,Is why is it the last to bloomIt takes more effect,More trials, doubtsFor such a beaten pathwill make one strongSo while the others are gonethat last one, beautiful blossomWill forever bethe rarest of them all</description>
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			<title>Go and Discover</title>
			<description>A girl morns for love lostnever knowing what this would costIs&amp;nbsp;love&amp;nbsp;her pride?or is it&amp;nbsp;her Hyde?When will&amp;nbsp;she learn,that love&amp;nbsp;can burn?Only&amp;nbsp;she can find happiness,to&amp;nbsp;get out of&amp;nbsp;her messReal love is waitingSo stop the masquerading Go and discoverWhat&amp;nbsp;she t..</description>
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			<title>Freedom Lost</title>
			<description>Hear the sound of the song bird singCan you hear the pretty thing?Never a worry, never alone.Always singing to the unknownSong Bird, what do you sing?Do you sing of love and delight?&quot;No. No.&quot; she replies &quot;For I sing of sorrow in the fading light.&quot;Why song bird, do you sing of sorrow?&quot;I sing of a dre..</description>
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			<title>A Note</title>
			<description>Sometimes it will be a note</description>
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			<title>Broken Heart</title>
			<description>Fairytales aren't real. Heartbreak is.</description>
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			<title>White</title>
			<description>this is a work in progress. </description>
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			<title>One Soul</title>
			<description>How long can a soul wait?A month. A season. A year.How long can a soul wait.&amp;nbsp;Could a soul wait a lifetime?Love is hard to find,but easy to do.&amp;nbsp;Could a soul love again,after being torn apart?Why does love have to be hard,but yet so easy?&amp;nbsp;A soul would wait forever.Forever, for the other..</description>
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			<title>Stary Night</title>
			<description>They went out for a fun night at the movies. They did enjoy the laughs, the action, the surprise ending. They went out for a late dinner and a midnight drive in his beat up Chevy pick-up truck.She had no idea where they were going, she didn't care. All she knew was that she was having a good time. A..</description>
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			<title>A First</title>
			<description>It was a warm September night.Windows down, music blaring, The smell of horses, as the crickets sing.It was two souls, discovering something new.&amp;nbsp;A man and a girl next to a pond.Neither knowing about the forming bond.A look became a new touch,The touch, turns to a first kiss.&amp;nbsp;It all starte..</description>
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