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			<title>Full Moon Shining</title>
			<description>Love is inevitable,&amp;nbsp;as the full moon wanesAs fresh spring turned to dry summer&amp;nbsp;and crisp autumn into damp winterBabies grow old and die,solders get shot and woundedBut memories will never be forgotten</description>
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			<title>Dark turbulence</title>
			<description>Mighty river flowingSwift and blackIndifferent and beautifulFrom far aboveHere her callDisappear</description>
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			<title>Bellbird</title>
			<description>In a tall tree on a lonely mountianDon't know where I am,I've got nowhere to goSo empty and sadI think I've gone madCompass needle spinningA bellbird is singingA Darkness creeps inAnd the valley goes silent Darkness creeps in and all things go quietI tighten the nooseIt's tim..</description>
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			<title>Wise doe</title>
			<description>Drawn onOver ridge, through valley.Callen onThrough thorn and bog.After quarry, rarely seenYoung hunter, ever keen;To prove his worthTo slay the beastPressing silenceRaging noiseBirds singingRivers flowingFootsteps ever so soft.303 held aloftMy body's achingHands ..</description>
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			<title>You</title>
			<description>The things I feel for you, I can't even begin to explain.A broken lotus, crisp in the morning dew,Radiant beauty, hiding in youIn the end it's just the sameYou're so soft, a curled punga frond,Ready to leap fourth, dazzle the dawning day.You care so much, I just love you're touch.Whe..</description>
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