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			<title>Symphony of Summer</title>
			<description>I close my eyes and listento songs composed each night.A symphony of summer songsmere humans couldn't write.My seat is front row centerI've waited patiently.Their music highly touted for originality.Derived from different backgroundsThey are a motley crew.An orchestra of sight and soundprepares for ..</description>
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			<title>The Times We Once Had</title>
			<description>Alone in this room I'm forgotten.I watch as a new day will dawn.I silently wait for you, knowingThe times we once had are gone.I wish I could change the future.Turn around and we'd travel through time.On&amp;nbsp;a shuttle we once built together.Through heavens and stardust we'd climb.To the planet of d..</description>
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			<title>Life's Journey</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;He'll hold hergently in his armsafraid that shemight break.He'll smile at her,uncertainof this journey theymust make.Their path ahead, atfirst, is smooth.His pace so strongand sure.As they crest thefirst hill, though,her weight he can'tignore...</description>
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			<title>Just A Girl</title>
			<description>Shadows swirl before my eyesVoices whisper, soft repliesA summons... can't resist.Slowly forming silhouetteGhostly past that haunts me yetHer presence in thin mist.A silent beckoning to meThis spirit simply known as &quot;she&quot;Will steal my breath away.Spectral ivory hands imbueDawning sense of deja vuWhe..</description>
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			<title>I Love You More</title>
			<description>As into bed I tuck him.Soon as his prayers are said.When I tell him,&quot;Time for sleep.&quot; He'll counter with instead.&quot;I love you, Dad, to the roof and back.Then, up into the sky.Up to where the angels live.&quot;He&quot;ll wait for my reply.&quot;I love you more than there are stars.More than grains of sand. Love larg..</description>
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