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			<title>Gethsemane Unchained</title>
			<description>Catch the morning mist&amp;nbsp;Above a gentle stillborn breathThese saving grace reminders&amp;nbsp;Of an everlasting deathCathartic prayers unanswered&amp;nbsp;The teardrops of dissentReclaimed in supplication&amp;nbsp;Bleeding mutually contentIn fields of benevolence&amp;nbsp;Where absolution reignedWe could sleep f..</description>
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			<title>The Shadow Of Beinn Bhreagh</title>
			<description>I've climbed the Highland summit&amp;nbsp;overlooking Ceilidh Braedown to Weeping Meadow&amp;nbsp;where the hounds of hell would bayand maybe I was dreaming&amp;nbsp;when I stumbled home at dawnthe pipes were playing softly&amp;nbsp;and Elizabeth was goneThere's a ghost on every corner&amp;nbsp;with a needle in his han..</description>
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			<title>Cervantes' Dance In The Alchemy Grove</title>
			<description>Under the aegis of chivalrous knightCervantes will dance, Catalina's delightReciting ethereal sonnets desirealoft to heavens perpetual spireSweet Spanish rivers eternally flowCervantes will dance where gazanias growNightingale princes in eventide singhymns of devotion on angelic wingFrom obsidian gl..</description>
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			<title>Misty Eyed Bronwyn</title>
			<description>Misty eyed Bronwyn my heart in your handthis song of devotion with angelic bandto capture the fragrance of roses in bloomaimlessly walking the streets of Khartoumthe sound of the children in Al Riyadh parkMisty eyed Bronwyn my eyes growing darkMisty eyed Bronwyn the wine on your lipsrenders me speec..</description>
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			<title>Enter Judith Phaedra</title>
			<description>Enter Judith Phaedra&amp;nbsp;with her Tarot reading dollShe stepped out of the canvas&amp;nbsp;with a bleeding southern drawl&amp;nbsp;Shell-shocked rats in alleys scamper,looking for the nestTo escape the anesthetic&amp;nbsp;of her opiate laced breastShe walks on crooked leg bonesfrom the foothills to the shoreI'..</description>
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