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			<title>W A R</title>
			<description>Well, I'm going to take my fire&amp;nbsp;And burn&amp;nbsp;my motherfuckingBlackOutTo the damn ground.This is no longer a simple battle.This is now a motherfuckingW A R</description>
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			<title>-Tides-</title>
			<description>Tides run through my veins.Currents pull at my heart.The ocean is my home.We'll never be apart.</description>
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			<title>Death's Hand</title>
			<description>I held death's handBut he pushed it awayAnd said he wasn't readyFor the commitment&amp;nbsp;</description>
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