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			<title>Time</title>
			<description>TimePrecious timeAlways runs out of our hands All the timeUntil we don't find ourselvesIn the edgeOf timeLifeCry in the cribSong on the weddingA silent breath at the end of everythingMortal kingdomThe hourglass with no turnThe April fairs, late autumn wisdomAll our wrinkles &amp;#2013266048;&quot; the lesson..</description>
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			<title>The eve of a purple scent</title>
			<description>love poem</description>
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			<title>Lake of lost souls</title>
			<description>I feel that I am close. Unusual shiver passes my body. Vista becomes more and more hazy. Sounds are diminished. The air is different, somehow colder. And the path ends here. I continue on foot to walk the moist unbeaten soil, on its way through the densely covered forest, fighting with hands of tree..</description>
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