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			<title>One of those nights</title>
			<description>So it has come to thisThe hours laboring together to bring me...I want, I want, and I wantDear Lord,won't you cut the crap? just come and let's chant?Just like a school girlJust like an enlivened babyThe world is not going anywherestop beating your wings and let's sharesomething, a..</description>
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			<title>Marya</title>
			<description>There was this little girlHolding her backpackI guess she was coming from schoolShe seemed older than her ageShe told me she was 11She was mature, and cleverThe type of person you would want to talk to for hoursMarya has this innocent smile and adorable face that i love to stare atA ..</description>
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