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			<title>A time is Paris.</title>
			<description>The music died but so did people,They were learned wrong and now&amp;nbsp;their lives are gone,The innocent? yes, I know they are dead;But what of the evil that had their own blood shed?I know I'm wrong for writing this aloud but did they know?Do you think?They blew up the music named with the word deat..</description>
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			<title>Them.</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&quot;It's gone&quot; she spoke quietly, to herself, hushed in a whisper. &quot;It's gone for good.&quot; She repeated. She had lost her identity. The person she was and the person she new had left her. Left her mind, left her body, left her soul. She sat there crying. Her feet were tucked under her and her elbow..</description>
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			<title>Survivor</title>
			<description>I've &amp;nbsp;got scars on my body and stories that Ill never tellI'm fine on my own, survivor you tell me, convinced by my smileBut by the end of the dayI'll always sayI'll always believeI'm not strong enoughI'm not brave enoughI've made it this farAll this dark in my heartI just can't go onI just can..</description>
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			<title>Battle Field.</title>
			<description>The majestic breeze rides through the treesThe lake near be with a color that was fakeIt reminded me of a songOne that ran through my head all alongHow not could Man&amp;nbsp;Stop, to admire this landFor beyond the sceneWas a far bigger themeA scene filled with strengthKept me strong a great lengthNot o..</description>
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