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			<title>Meanwhile</title>
			<description>The uncertainties of stone supporting the feetThat raise the body that has handsThat count the failures until it runs out of fingersthat have nailsWhen this body lays down,The body that lies witless in bed,It could be deadYes, it could. But it wakes up and breathes As the start..</description>
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			<title>Listening to Strauss</title>
			<description>Paint the walls redusing tint or blood May pleasure or madness make you danceThe day ends, death always winsLife always knocks us downAnd our own life is far too shortFor us not to spend our bloodYou never owned anythingI must say, not even your willsTo get insane is not a sinI..</description>
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			<title>Beckettian Wastes</title>
			<description>I'm a dead man in a dead men landThe breath seems to be a whisperBut too far awayFor me to careI'm a dead man in a dead men landAnd now the screaming and mourningAnd crying and pretending are behind me butI can't help feeling sadBut not sad like someone who wills to cry Sad b..</description>
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