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			<title>Apophis</title>
			<description>Devil that rides my back,Snickering into my ear,&amp;nbsp;Me, a senile hidden in a cradleAfraid of the grandpa clockOn the far, far wall.I stick a lollipop in my mouthIt&amp;rsquo;s an orb of neon gloryAnd oh, how pretty it looksHow pretty do I lookAs I fit an entire blue sky,A bottle-green park,&amp;nbsp;Dust,..</description>
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			<title>Crooner</title>
			<description>Sweet sickness that has me by the handleads to a void where metamorphosisis a wicked thing with wingsI step out into the night,&amp;nbsp;a soda-stained shirt and a heart of velveteenhear the leaves whisper in the darkness,Gods of mystery and fear dance under monstrous starlightjazz squares with honeyed ..</description>
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