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			<title>Prisoner</title>
			<description>We all have that someone, something, or someplace that we can never seem to escape...</description>
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			<title>Found</title>
			<description>Someday you'll bump into that person who gets you, and you'll know you've been found.</description>
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			<title>Strike</title>
			<description>When its time to dwell on the past, just one last time..</description>
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			<title>Lovelight</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; She thinks of him and only him even after&amp;nbsp; curtains close. So sure that hes in love with her,everybody knows.Cameras flashing, chaos. &quot;Give me more. Make it real.&quot; is all they ever shout at them, all for the appeal.So he steps closer now to her, his thumb it strokes her lips. Then gently..</description>
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