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			<title>The Heart of the Tree</title>
			<description>The heart of the tree,The heart of the tree.The heart of the tree,Will feel the need.The roots of the tree,Will soak up the need.The roots of the tree,Will no longer feed.The leaves of the tree,Will wither away.The leaves of the tree,Will no longer stay.The heart of the tree,The heart of the tree.Th..</description>
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			<title>Across from You</title>
			<description>I sit across from you in a round table;You're smoking a cigarette and lean back on the cheap lawn chair.Untamable thick black hair with a cute smile.Sharp jaw and sulky brown eyes.I sit across from you in a round table;I'm wearing a plain black tee with a baggy green jacket.Short curly hair with bri..</description>
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			<title>Lost</title>
			<description>I lay amongst a medley of beauty,&amp;nbsp;A boundless garden full of potential,But I indefinitely feel gloomy,&amp;nbsp;My passed on traits are differential,&amp;nbsp;I cannot surpass Jasmine's eminence,&amp;nbsp;Her fragrance so heavenly it allures,I remain obscured by her prominence,Residing in seclusion, I endu..</description>
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			<title>Oblivion</title>
			<description>Concealed with a mask that limits my view,&amp;nbsp;I must abide in the isolation,Until now does my heart withstand the rue,I long for emotional sensation,Frigid lips that solely produce silence,Cold weathered hands extend towards my shoulder,I peer in my clock that is timeless,The secrets continue to g..</description>
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