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			<title>Left Behind</title>
			<description>Following the long slick road into the golden horizon,With all the nameless faces flying next to usjust trying to get home,We're switching the buzz of a dull life with freedom to roam,and for the first time in a long timeWe're looking ahead for moreleaving the others behind,Changing paths this time,..</description>
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			<title>Looking at the Beginning, from the End</title>
			<description>You can't see it with the eyes,You can't smell it or touch it,You can't hear it coming,It's an entirely new realmnever before traversedor understood,With ominous clouds and hidden pitfalls,The distant horizon is familiarwith prominent trees and mountainsstoic and steadfast,Full of memories of times ..</description>
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			<title>Pelican Lake</title>
			<description>Waxing light pierces the surface of the glass,Deep, solid, crystal clear,Daytime creeping along slowlylike a shimmering hand reaching out to the world,This one time, as everything lay calm and stillthe world becomes foreign and beautiful,These precious moments of serenitymore innately sacred than an..</description>
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