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			<title>pill</title>
			<description>A voiceless speechA blanket to cover the eyesA force that can tremorA meaning to breathA fear to engulfA thought to be moldedI crawl because there's no feetTo stand on the sunIt's all been controlledFeeling the warmth of a peaceIt's thrown up and doneLove in a pill</description>
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			<title>Color</title>
			<description>Standing on a mountainA beautiful horizonClosing eyesAs it turns to dustTo embrace the loveOf a gentle black skyThe moon has comeI howl until duskTo breath in so deepLike never beforeSomething unknown crept up on meLetting me now see colorThe wolf may come and be very f..</description>
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			<title>Infinite</title>
			<description>Always you cravedthis infinite knowledgewith a torch in hand you bravednever to be forgottenStill, you will always be my bloodalthough you have falleni can still feel youyou're the raven watching the horizonMore constantly now i fearthat i may move no longermy vision has beco..</description>
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			<title>death 8</title>
			<description>The sphere which movesobeys only timethe heart movesobeys only timeEverything elseis a sin given from naturefalls to everything elseNever to be explainedWhere does the sphere lay its faultwhen its crippled and decayed?Dropping the hearttime, it would no longer obeyThe r..</description>
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