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			<title>At the dusk of a score</title>
			<description>Its been 20 long yearsA lot of cheers with some tears and other fearsLife has been kindThough occasionally, I have been blindThe world changed meAs I changed with the worldIn anger, I have hurledIn pain, I have curledIn confusion, I have whirledYet life has always unfurledDenial ..</description>
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			<title>From The Heart Of My Soul</title>
			<description>Life&amp;rsquo;s a heart breakTime&amp;rsquo;s a gamblerFriends are shadowsInch by inch life&amp;rsquo;s a cinchYard by yard life is hardKeep your fingers crossedWho else will pay the cost?Life seems niceBut someone&amp;rsquo;s paying a priceRoll the dice twiceIce up the spiceContradict the hypocrisyRestrict the au..</description>
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			<title>Musing In Pursuit</title>
			<description>Roses are redViolets are blueLife skids aheadAs people bid adieuStrangers keep comingFriends keep changingCheaters keep bluffingHence my judgements keep rangingMy reality, personal convictionsMy consequence, impersonal inceptionsSomebody's trust isn't a reliability to adjustThe truth sometimes nonpl..</description>
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			<title>Imprecise Impressions</title>
			<description>Trust me, you don&amp;rsquo;t want to knowThe thought that just flew through my headA game of quid pro quo with the status quoThis cache of nostalgia makes my dread drop deadI keep craving for resolution&amp;ldquo;Who am I&amp;rdquo;, I keep dissectingAs I find my path to retribution&amp;ldquo;Who are they&amp;rdquo;, ..</description>
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