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			<title>Fever Encourages Eyes, Tongue, But Far From Being Libido</title>
			<description>In the 19th century, bridegrooms would often eat up to three servings of asparagus because of its aphrodisiacal powers.</description>
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			<title>But you won't be mine </title>
			<description>You came to me with black roses and a face of weariness  And with dark brown eyes, ones that make me obsess. Sweaty palm, can't be calmStuttering and yet a voice you heard that was Encouraging, You swiftly took out a box while kneeling down &quot;darling you're a dime.&quot;I replied and said, &quot;sw..</description>
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			<title>And I just can't take it. </title>
			<description>This feels like love my darling and I just can't take it.  I must go now my love, I must go. You're holding my hand too tight just for a kiss goodnight. We forgot who we we're and who we were meant to be. I am afraid that this love has a slow painful death, the end of me. And I just can't take it my..</description>
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