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			<title>THE POETRY OF LIFE</title>
			<description>&quot;Who would himself with shadows entertain,Or gild his life with lights that shine in vain,Or nurse false hopes that do but cheat the true?--Though with my dream my heaven should be resigned--Though the free-pinioned soul that once could dwellIn the large empire of the possible,This workday life with..</description>
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			<title>A Dream Within Dream</title>
			<description>Take this kiss upon the brow!          And, in parting from you now,          Thus much let me avow-          You are not wrong, who deem          That my days have been a dream;          Yet if hope has flown away          In a night, or in a day,          In a vision, or in none,          Is it th..</description>
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			<title>The Poor Old Lady</title>
			<description>Poor old lady, she swallowed a fly.I don&amp;rsquo;t know why she swallowed a fly.Poor old lady, I think she&amp;rsquo;ll die.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Poor old lady, she swallowed a spider.It squirmed and wriggled and turned inside her.She swallowed the spider to catch the fly.I don&amp;rsquo;t know why she swallowed a fly...</description>
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			<title>After Us</title>
			<description>Rain is falling through the roof. And all that prospered under the sun, the books that opened in the morning and closed at night, and all day turned their pages to the light;the sketches of boats and strong forearms and clever faces, and of fields and barns, and of a bowl of eggs, and lying across t..</description>
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			<title>Revenge</title>
			<description>I will bring you down.Piece by piece.I will crack you.I will make sure you never rise again.And I'll enjoyevery single second of itI will watch you burn,with a smile on my face.Revenge is best served cold?I'll serve this revenge with the heat of my anger and hatred.You have unlocked this,mean, shall..</description>
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