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			<title>The Lady Dressed In Red</title>
			<description>Paradise is of her eyes as an unspoken bliss sits above&amp;nbsp;Where hearts are drawn upon the cheeks&amp;nbsp;Of those that yearn for love.In view a fool who claims to be a poet&amp;nbsp;That only has a quill for a tongue&amp;nbsp;For the words that he wishes to versify tends to fumble at his doorAnd in the pres..</description>
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			<title>The Shadow of Elegance</title>
			<description>I can see her in my dreamsBeyond the clouded doubt that sustains as the nebulaMeasured within the undead thoughts once vitalAnd wedded to the ebb tides of my joyArcane with magic that brims off her lipsI could forever be spellbound to her wordsMoreover enchanted by the sounds of her subtle voiceThat..</description>
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			<title>A Rose Without Petals</title>
			<description>A Rose Without PetalsThis sound I hear is one of lonelinessIt is also the sight I see in your eyesAs it is the same sight that I see in my ownWe hid it with the smiles that we bearIn turn away from itWhile pretending to be preoccupiedSo we do not have to deal such an emotionMaybe it&amp;rsquo;s there be..</description>
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			<title>Fragmented Symmetry</title>
			<description>Processing information the way I do has been rather irrational to someFor what lie the fields of my illusionary optic visionIs common to the ways of ones unforsaken soul and un-waning heartBut foolishly seen as a lesser form of thinking to the modern manYet my eyes hold symmetryThat is unparalleled ..</description>
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			<title>Esto Perpetua ( Let It Be Eternal)</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Sculpted by the same hands that fabricated&amp;nbsp;The celestial stars that hangs in the night skyI am forever mesmerized by the masterpiece that stands before me&amp;nbsp;A work of art that always leaves me in wonder and speechlessHarboring the ability to strip away my ability to define such beauty&amp;..</description>
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			<title>Faded Memories</title>
			<description>It's hard to find the words I would like to say&amp;nbsp;Because as a man that can captive his emotionsAnd use them to create poetry&amp;nbsp;Requires him to believe thatHe has such a thing as a heart&amp;nbsp;Yet the only source I seem to have&amp;nbsp;Is an endless void of fading memories&amp;nbsp;And shattered fragm..</description>
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