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			<title>Pilgrim's Philosophy</title>
			<description>If I should, in a blaze of fire,Burn out in my youth,I'll burn without regretFor I have lived to see the truth:Ignoring disapproving voicesI have wandered bars,And lain in backstreet gutters,And dreamt upon the stars.So if my lonely candleDoes not make it through the night,Don'..</description>
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			<title>Sonnet I</title>
			<description>Shall I be condemned by God in Heaven,And punished when I die, eternally,For worshiping your sweet, resplendent leaven,That nourishes my heart and sets me free?Free from all the chains of disappointment,That crumble when I lie down by your side;I have cancelled every last appointmentWi..</description>
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			<title>I Speak For Love Alone</title>
			<description>Enough of empty plans and schemes;Let conflict be forgotten,For in this war, to me it seemsThat both the sides are rotten.May politics be left to fadeLike etchings on the stone:I climb down from the barricade,And speak for love alone.There is no power held in one --Nor one mill..</description>
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			<title>The Flame We Lit Tonight</title>
			<description>I cannot help but think that we have madeA modest piece of history tonight;I felt the manufactured burdens fadeAs we talked of truth and God and right.While hiding in that secret little place,That quiet corner of the sleeping land,We sat beneath the stars and sang of graceUntil the w..</description>
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