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			<title>?</title>
			<description>everyone eat, eat all the cake you wantand drink , drink until you have no name or home to speak ofand dance and laugh and singand run wild in the streetsand wake up and not remember a thing'because this is what you live forget dressed and look into anotherlet them undress you and swea..</description>
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			<title>season</title>
			<description>all my leaves are fadingyet summer is still in bloomits so bright outand all I see is filled with gloomits so dark and emptyand the leaves are fallingone by oneall on the groundI try to keep themthey just let gohearts are so fragilebut we leave themin the cold snowwalking o..</description>
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			<title>light</title>
			<description>the land before timebefore we walkedbefore we talkedbefore rules and billsbefore pain and thrillsbefore mistakesbefore regretbefore ettiquitebefore our first ciggarette'a time of awea time of lovea time of imaginationa time far abovethe standardswe createdonce we knew..</description>
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			<title>winter days</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Time cannot defineFeelings cant fadeTrue or falseHearts we tradePieces are leftAmongst the groundWords you saidAll lost within the soundWe walk fastKeep our headsHigh aboveThe pain seeps Out so very slowStrangers can even knowDeep inside you bleedWhile smiling a..</description>
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