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			<title>By my grave</title>
			<description>And now I can't brush your hair off your face naive,It's been so long you last said those words pure,Now as you place a rose by my grave,Whisper me those words I've always died for.</description>
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			<description>Long distant relationshipsThere are people in love, who don't make love every weekend.There are people in love, who don't go on dates every month.There are people in love, who have to save up for months just to hear their better half's voice.There are people in love, who are 2304 f*****g mil..</description>
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