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			<title>Becoming me</title>
			<description>When you lose yourself in the worldly struggles..</description>
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			<title>You, my friend!</title>
			<description>For a friend who touched your life!</description>
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			<title>The timeless battle of Heart and Brain</title>
			<description>Murmurs of my heart Are hard to ignorePersistent as they areThey deepen ever more&amp;nbsp;Hope, love and dreamsAre spirited warriorsWho fight for their kingThe &amp;ldquo;Heart&amp;rdquo; - Oh! forever glorious&amp;nbsp;Realizing the brain is smarterThey hatch a clever p..</description>
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			<title>O' mighty star!</title>
			<description>for people who give meaning to life</description>
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			<title>She</title>
			<description>She wakes up in the night with nothing in sightHer lips sealed tight, she's exhausted to fightShe knows no pain, this is familiarThis is cliche', this is her life.She looks at her shoes - torn apartJust like that tiny corner of her heartThis day is not going to be the sameBut isn't that the way each..</description>
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			<title>Created</title>
			<description>As the days go by, I look behindat memories faded, lives tradedIn the shadows, that face do you findhalf shaded, exhausted and jadedThe crowd throws you, grabs you, holds youemotions gated or are you fated?I try hard to open my eyesbut they feel weighted, I feel baitedEach morning brings a new songl..</description>
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