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			<title>Nights Of Sorrow</title>
			<description>As I pity myself to death,The night is in glee as I bleed,It likes the tune of my silence,As it witnesses the end part of my pretense.Others adore the beauty of night,As it persuades their eyes and minds,At night, our thoughts go elsewhere,To something dark, bidding a farewell.As I cry myself to sle..</description>
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			<title>The Wish</title>
			<description>I view the world strangely,I stare at people deeply,And, even I wish for someone to look at me that way, too,I could only wish for a dream that will never come true.</description>
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			<title>One Of The Seven Deadly Sins</title>
			<description>Born of lust,Anger and greed,Believed and made a way,Until I no longer beg,No longer contented with meagerness,Where I used to pick up every dirt I see,I'm no longer a needy that used to be gone with the wind.I am rich now.Steal, lies, deceit and desire,If I let myself lose I have nothing to gamble ..</description>
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			<title>The Two Heads Of Piety</title>
			<description>I caught a glimpse of Ol' Jose,&amp;nbsp;He crossed the threshold of church to pray,He bowed down and muttered solemnly.Suddenly, Ol' Nena came too inside,She perched silently beside Ol' Jose and looked into the void,Right there, in front of the altar, she closed her eyes and confessed.O, two heads of p..</description>
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