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			<title>Something In The Air</title>
			<description>Is- Is there something in the air?Why does every breath burn my lungs?Doctor do you have a diagnosis or am I just broken?All I can hear is the music of the cursed tongue of my demonsI must be broken right?But, once I was a child,Once I lived every day in joy,I was easily fascinated by a toy,Now the ..</description>
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			<title>The Gala of the Grotesque</title>
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			<title>These Ghosts Don't Fade</title>
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			<title>Out of Reach</title>
			<description>She is seen by everyone,She is noticed by few,She differs from,Me and you.She's sinking,Falling if you will.She just can't hide,From whats found inside,There are galaxies in her head,But her demons will not depart,They will not free her aching heart.She's here,She's here,She's just Out of Reach.</description>
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