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			<title>Man in the Mirror</title>
			<description>I am in love with that man He is the work of GisenbergAnd when he hides, he hides wellHe&amp;rsquo;s subterranean delicacyFame is not accomplished unless...Unless nothing, he&amp;rsquo;s triumph over fameWhen love questioned him, he replied&amp;ldquo;Love is my plight, love is my del..</description>
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			<title>With Hate</title>
			<description>Who&amp;rsquo;s that, displeasedCertain of uncertaintyEased by bitternessDisgusted and letdownWhy do you cry, youMisanthrope The tedium&amp;rsquo;s struckNo modest reply Dance, dance, don&amp;rsquo;t cryCasanova detestedHypocrite of the worldWhy do you scream, youNo profanity limitedNurs..</description>
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			<title>Solace</title>
			<description>This one is for the men who live in secretThe humanist stuck in an old prose that explains his intentionsThe voice that&amp;rsquo;s cultured and loved but misrepresentedThat man who shed blood and bathed in a stranger&amp;rsquo;s sweatThat morning he woke formally to a strangely wonderful embraceTha..</description>
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			<title>The River</title>
			<description>Mountain stream coming down to meFlowing fast down to the fallTell me what your current seeksBefore I surrender the callRacing horses coursing through treesThe quilting of a teenage dreamSend me a sign to know you've arrivedAnd I'll dip my toes in your waters tonightRiver, oh river, pressed by the s..</description>
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