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			<title>The Batterfield</title>
			<description>You heard the gunshots,You saw them dead,You knew it was wrong,Although you went ahead.You fire the gun,You see them die,You say you didn&amp;rsquo;t do it,So you kill as well as lie.The planes fly high,You&amp;rsquo;re waiting for the drop,As you see the gas spread,Your tears don&amp;..</description>
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			<title>The Fault in Our Stars</title>
			<description>The fault in our starsIs a pathway to total destructionTotal destruction leads toThe question of if I stayIf I stay in this worldOr leave it in one day</description>
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			<title>Stay There</title>
			<description>He never came backHe never even saw meLeft within a momentWhere, oh where could he beShe was all aloneShe always called him 'he'He never had a nameWhere, oh where could he beI don't miss himI think she would argeeNever had a dadWhere, oh where could he beI don't even careHe can stay there</description>
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			<title>The Ballerina</title>
			<description>	Deep in the mystical forest, there were dark pine trees swaying in the powerful wind. The dark, gloomy sky was covered by large, grey clouds, but you could still see the white, glistening moon. There was someone within the forest , who couldn&amp;rsquo;t be happier. There was a ballerina. A beautiful, ..</description>
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