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			<title>Our Love became a Home to me</title>
			<description>Through it all, our lovebecame a home to me.I drank it all and baskedoh so selfishly.But so it was to you-as far as I could see-our oasis, paradisein a stormy sea.How I loved you-with all my heart-despite our tragedyWe never could agree,but I loved you helplessly...Through it all, our lovebecame a h..</description>
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			<title>Blue</title>
			<description>And with the morning sun, each day,he donned the same blue suit.And tied that same blue tie,slipped on those same blue shoes.He strode about the same grey streetsamongst a million souls:red, one green, one purple too,and like him, some were blue.He passed on by these people whowere all so blue, like..</description>
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			<title>I Pray</title>
			<description>I pray that you will hear the treesAnd listen as they sway in breeze.And learn the ground beneath you-Feel the cool grass all around you.I pray you'll memorize the soundthe train makes on this aching groundSo far away, on rusted trackand wonder when it will come back.I pray you'll stop to smell the ..</description>
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			<title>Shackles</title>
			<description>Shackles pulland clang a beat-a helpless, dreary song.Skin turns rawand clangs cry out,still searching for someone.But honestly,as time goes by,they fall on back asleep.Song again grows quiettoo far into the deep.</description>
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			<title>I Remember</title>
			<description>I remember the way she used to smile at me-all crooked teeth that grew in much too fast.Her laughter was love as I knew it,and her bright eyes shined deep into my all.I remember the way she used to ask meall the things that I wanted to tell.And when she built a world from nothing,she alone was my wh..</description>
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