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			<title>Beautiful</title>
			<description>I'm gonnaWrite a songFor you. ABeautiful song, ofBeautiful friendship that canNever be. I'll teach the&amp;nbsp;Birds my song. TheBeautiful birds in the&amp;nbsp;Trees that have no&amp;nbsp;Blues to sing. You are theAngel glow, that lights a&amp;nbsp;Star.You are the mostBeautiful thing that's&amp;nbsp;Ever happened to..</description>
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			<title>Midnight</title>
			<description>Time will pass, regardless of what we do.</description>
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			<title>Anna</title>
			<description>There she was,A wisp of sunlight throughTrees at dawn. TheTouch of theMoonlight on theField. A beautifulFlower, forever blooming.Slender, as the youngOak, fair as aLily. A welcomeRespite from the uglyGrey of the&amp;nbsp;World.Her ghost stillHaunts me, aMist that vanishes asI approach. TheBreeze, whichC..</description>
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			<title>Down</title>
			<description>There is no up. I can't return.</description>
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