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			<title>Frost Bites</title>
			<description>              The axe is a little more dull with every swing .                                                  The flowers do not grow.  The birds do not sing  .       The days go by but no sign of spring  So cold I dread when it is time to get out of my bed.         For the..</description>
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			<title>Fading Away</title>
			<description>                  Deeper I fall into this whole.  I fear as though I've lost my soul.                                                                                               life has surely taken its toll . I just do not seem to care.   My will to live is no longer there.          ..</description>
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			<title>Out of my league</title>
			<description>                I talk to you from a far I would like to know who you are  I can tell your not like the rest       I have talked to many but you're the best          The messages they come so slow Even though they seem to flow       I'll never know you I'm afraid For I am NOT of the ..</description>
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			<title>Dream of Dreams</title>
			<description>                                                                                Dreams of Dreaming                   By some weird guy          In my bed I lie awake . It's like a dream it all seems fake  ...  how much more  can one take   before thou bend before  thou break   ..</description>
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