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			<title>Red</title>
			<description>Hearts are made of glass, and the colour red just gives me too many mixed signals.</description>
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			<title>Smile on.</title>
			<description>A letter to my future self.</description>
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			<title>Let's trace the night.</title>
			<description>Do you believe in forever?</description>
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			<title>The Making of a Cynic</title>
			<description>For all the shot-down dreams you took time to build.</description>
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			<title>I'll Be Your Eyes...</title>
			<description>Smile on, darling.</description>
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			<title>To the boy with artist's hands,</title>
			<description>from the girl with dreamer's eyes.</description>
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			<title>Falling Behind</title>
			<description>Don't you ever feel like the world is spinning way too fast to keep up?</description>
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			<title>The Art of Pretending</title>
			<description>Sketch the picture of a perfectplaceFilled with friends, love, andsmilesThey drown in their ignorancethey call blissAnd replace their fears withharsh denials&amp;nbsp;Erase the lines that seem out ofplaceThe illusion is only partlydefacedSmiles here are mostly..</description>
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