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			<title>Final Song</title>
			<description>Dancing until the sweat poursArduous ears mixed with regretNameless music keys release soresCarrying released scars for next setEmpty mind cannot forget</description>
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			<title>My Antidote</title>
			<description>Ravishing thoughts spinningI cast my blood thirsty penHolding truth never to be spokenDeep inside my stained heartTears turn into dirt on floorClothed in safety, hiding is my artFear, my personal warI say I&amp;rsquo;m sorryYes, I mean&amp;rsquo;t to tryA life wastedMy breath feels goneLost in maze of being..</description>
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			<title>Just Leave</title>
			<description>Realization, we are self centeredSo does the strength lie withinUnseen and rough terrain, I have enteredSmile with no scars on your skinYour judgement is casting people to hellFailure can kill the spiritFrom your utmost pedestal, I soon fellI taste your blood, you bigotYou&amp;rsquo;re the greedy one ea..</description>
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			<title>Last Dance</title>
			<description>When my sins are forsakena sinner&amp;rsquo;s healed bruiserecovers from the brightnessinspired by God&amp;rsquo;s tune&amp;nbsp;Like releasing burdens crutchI&amp;rsquo;m freed from the cagepulling up the anchorthe dance stops on stage&amp;nbsp;Beautiful memories in motionmy own lullabya life filled with curseshas mad..</description>
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