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			<title>I wanna hear your soul</title>
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			<title>My first hug</title>
			<description>A summer experience </description>
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			<title>More than anything </title>
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			<title>Another angel</title>
			<description>A guitar song I never finished </description>
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			<title>Mourning artist</title>
			<description>I'm searching for myself that I lost. Not the one that I am, not the one that I was. I keep looking for me in some songs, but  maybe I'm sleeping below of few chords. I'm searching in paintings, I thought, that even uncolored they would be better worlds. Maybe I'm hiding behind empty wor..</description>
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