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			<title>The reason you are here</title>
			<description>Your experiences are best felt while being paramount to yourself</description>
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			<title>Just to see you love of my life</title>
			<description>A trip to Ireland to see the man of my life's dreams on Tuesday.  </description>
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			<title>Inspiration</title>
			<description>Just do it</description>
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			<title>The Mellow Sun Has Me</title>
			<description>I hear the sound of kids playing in the garden&amp;nbsp;As I come out to get some sunFive minutes later Grandma's call to the cops&amp;nbsp;States 8 shots put her on the runAt that time I had merely looked upBlinking, breathing, I am okay&amp;nbsp;As she was bursting out the door&quot;Get in the house NOW!!!&quot; I hear..</description>
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			<title>Perfection is the Balance of Love</title>
			<description>While pondering life evolving in a patriarchal society increasingly connecting people via the internet and the impact it has on crime against the less valued gender of our species I was inspired...</description>
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			<title>Battle Cry</title>
			<description>Over time mountains must become molehillsTry, work, sing, hope, prayPoints go unnumbered And reflection is shadowed like the dayLater is a time already livedFamily measures unfolding pathsHope is a dream for a storyThe present a light that it castsWhat's known is one big indefini..</description>
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