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			<title>Hey Mom... I just wanna say...</title>
			<description>A mother's love is the bliss of lifeEvermore you may get, but it will never sufficeIt's you who is thunder, the spark of her lifeShe made you a flower, but also a knifeHey Mom, I just wanna sayThank you for making me this wayYour love, your blessings is all I wantFor it's our bond, I'll always flaun..</description>
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			<title>Holding Hands...</title>
			<description>Holding hands gave me lifeSince the day I became your wifeYou are mine and I am yoursAnd there is nothing that's more than sureHolding hands give me smileI have longed for this quite a whileYour love for me I so much adoreAnd I never knew life had this for me in storeHolding hands makes me wholeFor ..</description>
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