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			<title>First Sleep</title>
			<description>You sigh alone, In fire,Your soul alive,You sigh alone.&amp;nbsp;You suffer alone,You sigh your soul alight,You sigh alone,You lie alone tonight.&amp;nbsp;You sound like rainfall,You look like forever,Your night, like your heart,No moon could ever capture.&amp;nbsp;You sigh,Still..</description>
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			<title>Still</title>
			<description>Um, slightly depressing.</description>
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			<title>Of Heaven</title>
			<description>Back to the places,Where I used to dream,Amidst loves mournful lament,And sharp headed death.&amp;nbsp;Where roses and water,Born of Heaven,Made you smile,As you cried the red and white,That gushed forth from his robe.&amp;nbsp;Such is the heavy,Fruit of the moon,All sliced and sli..</description>
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			<title>Oak and Oxygen</title>
			<description>Angel,Angel,Black and white angel,Roof top monolith,I glow when I sleep,A normal shooting on a normal street.&amp;nbsp;Terror in Beemer,Woodchip and splinter,The risk of the tight time,Pizza maker.&amp;nbsp;This is the Volvo express,This the middle-aged metempsychosis,Of a pristi..</description>
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			<title>Body</title>
			<description>My body,Your body,Sculpted from the atoms,Of my un-remembered dreams.&amp;nbsp;You,Behind the dusk blue shadow of your eyes,You,Dissolved by dream,And the heaven-hued hymn of sleep,Where the world ripples and coils,Within your scented heats.&amp;nbsp;My body,Your body,Beneath m..</description>
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