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			<description>You step from the roomA sliver of smile glimmeringShadows pass through the doorframeWorlds collapse upon themselvesAnd are reborn in cries of wonder at your returnCaught up in reflections of myselfI never noticed that you wereSmiling at me&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>Redemptive</title>
			<description>How many timesDid you promiseTo simply walk awayWhen she saysYou&amp;rsquo;ve been this way (here) beforeAren&amp;rsquo;t you tired of Golgotha mud between your toes(And splinters down your back)Lay those sticks downAll you can do is nod and smile and turn awayI&amp;rsquo;ll ..</description>
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			<title>Broken Hearts, I Salute You</title>
			<description>I salute the broken heartedOut of billions one caught your eyeAnd that one recognized something eternal and beautiful inyouI recognize your luckDeep fissures speak of deeper passionsSuch things are not undertaken by the faint-heartedI recognize your braveryBeauty untrie..</description>
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			<description>(You come prepared)I see you dressed in desert clothesThough you may walk through me for years&amp;nbsp;I am not the desertThe shifting sands beneath your feet are illusionTrue there is heat and a light that will blind youBut I am not the desertThe flowers that bloom here are..</description>
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