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			<title>Good Morning</title>
			<description>in my dreams I hold youembrace you hold you tightwake up right next to youafter we share the nightin my dreams we tastethe lips of our desireand say 'good morning' loverbefore we taste the objectof our fantasies</description>
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			<title>alone at night I wander</title>
			<description>alone at night I wanderoff to thoughts of youthe one who reads my poetryand seeks for themes for youwe dance within the subtextwith rhyme and hidden meaningslike hidden lines of musicin the sound of jazzwe dance across the eveninghidden in the moonlightof poetic verse</description>
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			<title>and her eyes were as bright</title>
			<description>and her eyes were as brightas the oceanfront sonthe day she told me her nameand with a smile and a hugshe quickly becamethat girl with the keys to my heartbut another girl's lovestill kept me from knowingthe girl with the keys to my heartand I asked for her nameagain and againwhile the love of the o..</description>
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			<title>there's a vacancy in skid row</title>
			<description>there's a vacancy in skid rowamong the heap of homeless menin every soul of every mancast off, alone, forgottenthere is a void that once was filledwith lofty hopes and dreamsbut no one want to hear their wordsthat speak of broken dreamsthere's an emptiness that consumesthe men inside the missionof l..</description>
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			<title>Have you every heard a secret</title>
			<description>Have you every heard a secretThat shocked you to the coreIf I tell you mine, will youtell me what it is that's yours?If i whisper in your ear whatI hide within my heartWill you run in fear likewhat everyone does when they learnWill you try to forget, ignore and hide from meAnd cast me aside like eve..</description>
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			<title>Another Night in the Rescue Mission</title>
			<description>urine stained bedsheets coatedwith the death of lifefollowing the smell of sorrowin a home of human strifethe stink of feces is among&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;the sores of unkempt menbathing in the filth of prayer&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;for the men are brokenthe preacher preys on loneliness&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;wi..</description>
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