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			<title>mountain</title>
			<description>i was there when the rain poured down your faceand when time pulled your hair, you were gone in a traceyou sat like a lion trapped in a cagenowhere to run and eyes full of rageyour past she is haunted your future is lacedyour song in my head is all that i hadand your hands they were cold and your ey..</description>
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			<title>Picture</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Picture, Perfect&amp;rdquo;
by Natasha

I&amp;rsquo;ve set you apart
Painted our story
Then I called you my art

Drew in your lines,
Added a road
So you could follow the signs

I made you so perfect
Your eyes like the s</description>
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