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			<title>Op. 1</title>
			<description>What then is time?&amp;nbsp;The entirety of the ephemeroid&amp;rsquo;s life&amp;nbsp;is encompassed within the span of a week.&amp;nbsp;Its conception of eternity&amp;nbsp;is longer than mine,&amp;nbsp;and its existence is beautiful.&amp;nbsp;Its life seems a sacrifice to beauty.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Pure beauty can exist only transie..</description>
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			<title>Impressions</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;There exists an inviolable sanctity in beauty; often,I walk upon the streets, aimlessly, my steps dictated by a sequence of sporadiccaprices, my senses beguiled by the natural beauty which issues, irrepressibly,from all existent things. I know that life exists solely so that I may..</description>
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