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			<title>A magic called LOVE </title>
			<description>The melody of the guitar wasn't as soothing as the sound of his voice, The flock of birds flying at sunset weren't as beautiful as his shimmering eyes, The heat from the flickering yellow flames weren't as warm as his arms, The moon shining down on her wasn't as bright as his glowing smile. All that..</description>
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			<title>The undying death</title>
			<description>I wanna lay Peacefully, beneath the tall trees And the wild bushesIn the most comfortable bed of earth.Wrapped in the warmth of the fine soil. All around my bare skinAs I belong to none; But the earth.Answering to none&amp;rsquo;s calls And none&amp;rsquo;s questions.Away from the heavy arguments, There in ..</description>
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			<title>It's been three years </title>
			<description>In three years time, you&amp;rsquo;re standing at the crossroads when you see her.She&amp;rsquo;s got a brown leather bag hanging off one shoulder, and a pearly white ribbon around her neck. Her head bobs along to a song you can&amp;rsquo;t hear and you find yourself wondering what she sings in the shower these..</description>
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