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			<title>Heartache</title>
			<description>Did you just say what I think you said?If you did then I wish I were deadI thought you said, &amp;ldquo;It&amp;rsquo;s over, we&amp;rsquo;re done&amp;rdquo;Maybe I was mistaken, I&amp;rsquo;m hoping I was&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;No I heard right, you&amp;rsquo;re saying goodbyeThe tears are flowing, I&amp;rsquo;m starting to ..</description>
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			<title>King of the Forest</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Tremors in his orange and black hairPaws stomping the damp grassYellow eyes searching the forest around himHis powerful jaw opens in a growlThe mighty roar escaping his pink lips&amp;nbsp;Such beautySuch a wondrous creature&amp;nbsp;Kneeling beside a body of sparkling blue waterH..</description>
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			<title>Thinking 'Bout You</title>
			<description>I was thinking 'bout you last nightYeah you were on my mindI saw your smiling faceLighting up the place&amp;nbsp;I was thinking 'bout you last nightAnd I started to cryMy tears fell like rainRemembering that sad day&amp;nbsp;I was thinking 'bout you todayA frown covers my faceI remem..</description>
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			<title>Sestina</title>
			<description>Her eyes spill over with the tears of her loveEven in the pain he see's her beautyHe holds her close as she quietly cry'sShe pictures all the people she has ever loved or hatedThe pain is something she cannot control&amp;nbsp;She feels as if there is nothing she can controlShe feels as if ..</description>
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