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			<title>Ideas</title>
			<description>Pass me the pencil,Hand over that paper.I've got time to kill,And words like vapor.Hard to grasp,They're slipping fast,Fleeting thoughts,But one lingers and lasts.</description>
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			<title>Blue.</title>
			<description>I listen closely to your words,I listen and I hope,I fear.I listen and I wait to hearYou say the words I've been waitingSo long for.I'm waiting.I'm hoping.I'm scared.For you to tell me why you left,For you to explain why youNever asked me who I am.I want to know,I need to k..</description>
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			<title>Crimson Paint</title>
			<description>My eyes are gray,My skin is white,My wrists leak red.The color's draining fast,From me to you,I don't paint the town,Instead I paint you.Blue becomes purple,And yellow turns green.I've got my pallete,The colors of my wind.Now I'm soaring,Flying above,As you call out from be..</description>
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