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			<title>The Smoke Gets in Your Eyes</title>
			<description>Some nights the smoke gets in your eyesSome nights you're the lordOf the well washes heathens&amp;nbsp;Immune to the sinking feelingThat typically accompanies this sort if thingSo wrapped up in your own dealThat it becomes impossible toLook from the outsideAnd really tell what's going inEvery dance ..</description>
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			<title>Slip</title>
			<description>Excuse the brevitywhere a single point of lights meetsJack Nickle-SonI can begin to see part of the picturegreat time to be alive I supposewindy nights leave dry mouth and weteyesspinning into the blackNeil always told us we'd one day leavethe bluefor the blackmy return to fo..</description>
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			<description>A night or two</description>
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