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			<title>woods</title>
			<description>green and golden greenan atticus soul, you are pensive.One evening you leant back in your chair and toldof a brave manwho learnt that his mind was no longer his,who checked on his family,took his dog out into the wooded nightand put an end to his time, forever&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>green leaves</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;birds once sang, nowthere is only silence and melancholymy mirrored thoughts deepen, a constant buzzing andfinally -&amp;nbsp;A single note sounds outlong and confident, louder and louderuntil the world becomes this note, and Ino longer feel, just rush with the windwhose green leav..</description>
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