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			<title>In Her Eyes</title>
			<description>I can see the sadness in her eyesThe kind that time createsEvidence of the pain she feelsProof her poor heart achesI can see the loneliness in her eyesReflections of the world she's knownA life that never felt completeA mind too often aloneI can see the despair in her eyesShe fears it's now too late..</description>
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			<title>Take it back</title>
			<description>Another one of those nightsIt's 3am and we're still screamingI try to hold them backBut the tears they just keep streaming&amp;nbsp;We hurt each other for no reasonJust to be the last to get a dig inI don't want to do this anymoreBut refuse to be the one who gives in&amp;nbsp;Until I can't take it anymore a..</description>
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			<title>Time</title>
			<description>TimePrecious time...wasted time....sands of time...All just lost time savagely slipping away&amp;nbsp;Like a masochistic god mercilessly ruling over usNo regard for our wants or desiresWe beg him to slow down and allow us to revel in a momentWe plead with him to speed up and help heal our hurtWe cry out..</description>
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			<title>For Richard</title>
			<description>My heart criesMy soul bleedsMy mind screams out in painI slowly exhaleMy body goes numbThe memories still remainThe voices won't stillThe soundtrack drones onA prisoner inside my own headI close my eyesI whisper a prayerI beg for the end up aheadThe quiet never comesI find no reliefFrom the demons I..</description>
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