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			<title>Xenophiliac</title>
			<description>To be bitterTo be&amp;nbsp;justifiedTo set grip cells onNuance of despise refined&amp;nbsp;Clear as a bell in chapter one &amp;nbsp;But still&amp;nbsp;This old-hat robeOf one trick&amp;nbsp;Same old songThe big mistakes we all pretend to make&amp;nbsp;You know I know you know I knowLets look this upHallow boned patsyOf the..</description>
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			<title>Seasons of Oblivion </title>
			<description>Excursions to oblivionTake these eyes , shut down this skin&amp;nbsp;Stop this blood from running cold&amp;nbsp;Stop this heart from boiling thinInsurgence of oblivionNo&amp;nbsp;territory&amp;nbsp;lost or won&amp;nbsp;No race against a dying sun&amp;nbsp;No place to hide when all is gone&amp;nbsp;Cadence of oblivion&amp;nbsp;A si..</description>
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