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			<title>The End</title>
			<description> The other day I saw the end of the world in my dreamsThe world was all hills and valleysGreen and whiteAnd the pink of humanityThere was general panic as the end was announcedPeople fledUpwardsI remember seeing people cryingPeople&amp;rsquo;s screams filled the airAnd then the water..</description>
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			<description>My traitorous eyes celebrate herThe rapidity of her movements tire themForcing their nightly surrender to a sleep filled with herQuit while you&amp;#2013266066;re ahead were my wise last words The ancient world moves to the whims of progressAncient man lashes a fury on the back of itForc..</description>
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