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			<title>Bound to you</title>
			<description>Numerous times, repeatedly I've came across this certain melody. As the leaves rustle and you hear the wind whisper the words begin to flow smoothly like water. I can feel your soul as our eyes sing their song, so very silent as the slithering serpent. While our souls intertwine, eyes uncontrollably..</description>
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			<title>Sing child</title>
			<description>Tell me your story child , and I'll sing to you a song . From the adolescence wounds to the teenage scars , start from the first time you rode a bike to the first time in jr, high.&amp;nbsp;It all started from the usage of the purity of the adolescence soul , punctured by man . Vandalizing, utilizing ..</description>
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			<title>Catch sight of..</title>
			<description>This misconception will soon blemish into a miraculous blessing, So eager for relevance we often settle for some satisfaction of acceptance. This competition that we've summoned ourselves to your own creation of perfection, shackled as a whole but we've become too visionless it's becoming unimaginab..</description>
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