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			<title>The Price That Must Be Paid</title>
			<description>Canzone</description>
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			<title>You're Not Mine </title>
			<description>Sometimes I forget that you're not mine	because I can say that I'm yours so easily.There seems never to be enough time	because leaving me behind isn't a crime.My choices are limited to pain or pain.	so I've tried not to choose at all.I know I'm acting vainly in vain&amp;nbsp;	but I'm only trying to find..</description>
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			<title>Goodnight</title>
			<description>Just a little blurb of literary nonsense for your day.</description>
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			<title>Inside Strong Walls </title>
			<description>Dead leaves and blank pageshopeful thoughts and empty cagesWhat is life without the painwithout there is nothing to gainThe hole in the whole&amp;nbsp;is like fire to the coal&amp;nbsp;blazing and wild&amp;nbsp;hurting the childinside yourselfor stuck on the shelfthat part of us&amp;nbsp;thats thrown under the buss..</description>
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			<title>If the World Was Reversed </title>
			<description>If the world was reversed the cigarettes would smoke people.Our greed filling their lungs with  black tar.The carcenogens would be hate and lies.The cigarettes with clear minds could see that all people truely are, beautiful things, yet dangerous things, a venus flytrap of sorts,weaving&amp;nbsp;a web o..</description>
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