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			<title>Wingless Thoughts </title>
			<description>I gaze to the seamless somnolent sky-My thoughts; my wings, I wish to fly.I clasp my cold crooked hands,Around the sun, Above lonely lands. Reaching ever upwards,To the region of my dreams.An eagle flies ever onwards,Over stony hills and streams.Will I find a place that's my ..</description>
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			<title>Moonlight Departure</title>
			<description>The snow fell softly-Scattering over the ground,Cold, hard, bare as bone.A calloused land, firm as stone,And gazed upon by a man alone.A moonlight shimmer, met his eyes, and the starlight glimmer in the skies. From across the dark, the messenger came.Dark black wings,No shape, no n..</description>
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			<title>Beauties Lie</title>
			<description>All that glitters is not gold</description>
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			<title>Whilst Falling Asleep</title>
			<description>A poem I wrote about a dream I had when I fell asleep in a class.</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>Cadmere awoketo the sound of voices. It was twilight: the cold dawn was at hand once more,and thick cold grey mists were about the company. His horse stood nearbylooking fatigued, but he held his head proudly and with dignity. It was thehorse his uncle Hadurian has given him not three years ..</description>
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			<title>Introduction</title>
			<description>Do new waysmake the old ones dead or perished? Are they for the benefit of all or justthose few whom delight to see their works in reality? And what of the ways thatall ways are governed? The ways and reasons men do the tasks of those whoappointed them have been in questioned before, but are..</description>
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			<title>Cadmere</title>
			<description>A man must follow his path to the realization that things are not as they always seem.</description>
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