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			<title>DEATH</title>
			<description>There is a dark side,of the brightest of days,that opens your eyes wide,and burns you everyday.&amp;nbsp;Like every coin has a face,it calms you deceivingly,and then hits you with its bad grace,breaking your every plea.&amp;nbsp;Sounds like the midnight horror,the cruel bodies abide,and turns down with sorr..</description>
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			<title>THE HERO WITHIN ME; IS ME</title>
			<description>In the darkest shadow of life,does mankind not find a way?that redefines us,no matter, what comes at bay.&amp;nbsp;Things that stand the test of time,and the vicinity that brings along,the redness of the hour,is this ever so powerful song.&amp;nbsp;Said a million and more away,when even mankind was dumb,wer..</description>
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			<title>1936 - THE SADDEST LOVE STORY!!!</title>
			<description>As he was walkin down a lane in Edsburg,he came across a lonely home,a home who belonged so dearly to,a boy named Kevin J Jome.&amp;nbsp;The house was broken, old and pale,no paint on the walls,a door half shut, half cranky,webs found on the lightin boll.&amp;nbsp;So lonely was this house,like no life in it..</description>
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			<title>BULLET SHOTS</title>
			<description>As straight as the tale goes,you may see many invisible turns,that unravel the stories,of true unsung heros.&amp;nbsp;Bullet shots are not just mere sounds,that break through the silence,and it is neither a capsule of alloy,that breaches the pride of the body.&amp;nbsp;It is not a weapon of vengence,nor it ..</description>
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			<title>WINGS</title>
			<description>All i wanted was to fly,high above the moonlit night,far into the space of time,flyin fast, flyin high.&amp;nbsp;All i wanted is to spread my wings,sore out to the sunny rays,and fly above the highest peak,fly untill night turns to day.&amp;nbsp;All i wanted was to reach the stars,be light of the dark,and w..</description>
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			<title>IF I NEVER RETURN</title>
			<description>If I never return,don't cry, always smile.If I never return,don't stop, always climb.If I never return,don't fall, always shine.And if I never return,don't forget you were mine.If I never return,just me, you'll always find.If I never return,call me, I'll be behind.If I never return,follow your dream..</description>
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			<title>SILENCE OF SOUND</title>
			<description>As you loose yourself in the music,and what you seem to seedisappears, and your belief'sturn into a dead sea.As you choose to move along,the sound engulf's younot allowing you to feel,numbing your heart too.Your mind confuses you,breaks your every thoughtand prevents any idea,that helps you of any s..</description>
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			<title>LOVE-IF-FAIR </title>
			<description>Silence plays,a noisey game,that takes me away,brings me shame.And all that i yearn for,and all that I love,is taken away,by the God up above.And if I retorted,if i left here to die,I would never run away,Oh why would I. Dreams, turn upon,and tear me from the inside,wealth in my mind,nothin else in ..</description>
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