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	<description><![CDATA[You&#039;ll have to marry safety. 
I&#039;ve heard she&#039;s nice and kind. 
I cheer for her lack of surprise. 

Up the glass of apple cider. 
Tastes like christmas. 
Oh, my dear. 
I thought sparkles felt like fearless, 
was yet another label of tears. 

There&#039;s enough srategy around
to bring it home to the heart. 
I&#039;m a fool lost and found... 
and then... 
the end. 

And you&#039;ll expect me to understand. 
You can read my mind. 
So you knew what would be sung. 

Marry safety. 
My dear dreary. 
Marry safety. 
She&#039;ll be kind.]]></description>
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