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			<title>Until it is time...</title>
			<description>Dawn and dustAppear like rust&amp;nbsp;My eyes are heavy&amp;nbsp;Lost on faithful trustAnd here I stand&amp;nbsp;Ready to mournBut my heart feels no lossLife has torn......A piece..&amp;nbsp;... But a piece...Only a thought&amp;nbsp;Only an action&amp;nbsp;I need to runRun beyond the factionFor they stop me hold meKeep me..</description>
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			<title>Gates of Reaction</title>
			<description>An unusual thoughtPickled&amp;nbsp;in lifeSentenced congregationDiscussing my strifePrecipitates a feetHeld within the soulbecoming more bleakLevels unfoldOh Woe! Great horrorA titanic stateThe demons and angelshave conquered my fateGate of ReactionThey react soo bleakThis is my stateThis IS my fate...</description>
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			<title>Designation of Decadence</title>
			<description>Fire... freeIllumination... believe&amp;nbsp;Lacking stacking creation receivelost in translationthoughts were perceived&amp;nbsp;blank possession intrigue yet retrievepassion satisfaction attraction than repeat&amp;nbsp;the sycamore blows the raising windEvidently clear thoughts pinned&amp;nbsp;And so I hold my wo..</description>
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