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			<title>There's So Much More To Me</title>
			<description>No matter how old or young we are &amp;nbsp;No matter how our level of intelligenceWe all feelFeeligs of hurt, pains from the pastregret, sorrow and embarassmentWe all feelSome hide it better than others with a fake smile&amp;nbsp;Others seclude themselves and hideYet, we all feel&amp;nbsp;We look to others in ..</description>
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			<title>Heaven on Earth</title>
			<description>I wake up in the morningSmiling as I see your faceFeeling your sweet tender touchI lose myself in your embraceAs I lay beside you&amp;nbsp;It's very clear to meThere's not another place in this worldThat I would rather beEach moment we share togetherThe laughter and smiles&amp;nbsp;These treasures that you'..</description>
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			<title>Nothing is ever as it seems </title>
			<description>All that glitters is not goldOr so I have always been toldAnd the more I seem to learnThe truer the saying holds&amp;nbsp;A culture based on dated idealsThat scorns authenticityWe idolize and respect the onesWho best project a false identity&amp;nbsp;Yet in an ironic twist of fateIt&amp;rsquo;s always those cho..</description>
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			<title>It would all be so simple </title>
			<description>If only I were blindto the stark reality&amp;nbsp;of all the truths and expectationsplaced in front of me.It would all be so simple.If only I could turn a deaf ear&amp;nbsp;to those voices deep insideand instead accept another's truthin that solace I would hide.It would all be so simple.If only I could numb..</description>
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