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			<title>My Mother</title>
			<description>You birth and gave me lifeYou held me with such soothing handsWhat an exemplary and virtous wifeYou taught and showed me how to standEmbodied with so much love and careYou were my real goldI wouldn't dare trade you for a fareYou stood strong and boldYou were more than a mother to meReminicing all we..</description>
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			<title>Darkness</title>
			<description>We have enjoyed the light freely,When post was changedWe have been locked up in darknessWhen darkness opened the way for usAs we tried to wonder,Everything was not in orderMoving up and down, up and downWalking in and out of housesHoled up with generated lightsCharging up our mobil..</description>
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			<title>Destitutes</title>
			<description>Poverty has hanged our throats so high that we always look forward to pick food from the tables of the rich in the cozy room.Begged on the street for alms Ponder our hearts to asunder to completely endure the agony from our hearts.As the creditors opened their hands wide for their money...</description>
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