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			<title>Winter Summit</title>
			<description>In and out with my sustaining breath,&amp;nbsp; whilst half in love with a peaceful death.My brain teems with thoughts; 'til I reach a brink,&amp;nbsp; where I long for passing, or to a nothingness, sink.Yet in the throws of frigid wintry chill,&amp;nbsp; I continue with stride, governed by will.At each shadowy..</description>
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			<title>Night Sky</title>
			<description>When I look up to the sky at nightI see Jupiter and Mars.And countless other galaxiesthat brim with hanging stars.O wonderous heaven, the prankish maze,I caress the mystery with timid gaze.Yet this puerile mind could never tracesecrets writ upon your face.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>On Dreaming</title>
			<description>A little more these days it seems,amidst the quirk and haze in dreams,the elaborate fancy unleashed in sleep,brings me round a truth to keep.Treasures which I have now to hold,bring cascades more of questions bold.For each time new I reach the summit,its down to the abyss again I plummit.&amp;nbsp;Could..</description>
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