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			<title>The Storm</title>
			<description>When happy days were common&amp;amp; we didn't feel such painThe skies were bright &amp;amp; sunnynot any chance of rainThe sun shone down freelyI felt its warmth with easeI never feared for thunderdidn't even feel a breezeSometimes I think the storm is overso I look up to the skythen I see dark clouds hoov..</description>
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			<title>Hide &amp; Seek</title>
			<description>If I count to tenwill you disappearI'm always looking for someonethat isn't really hereYou wanted to playnow you want to runguess you found being aloneisn't any funHide from me and I will lookI promise to find youLook for me too, I hide wellI promise I'll need youLove me and I will smileI promise to..</description>
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			<title>Don't go</title>
			<description>A daughters plea to her suicidal mother</description>
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