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			<title>Chapter I</title>
			<description>The thinner of the two, a handsome, black stallion, stopped at the top of the hill. 'Come on, Dawn,' it whinnied, 'You know we're almost there.'Dawn, a pale golden mare, grumbled. 'Flame and Feather never had to do so much work, Midnight.'Midnight sighed. 'Yes,  those two went through uncharte..</description>
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			<title>Thunder, Air, Wind, Rain</title>
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			<title>Can I still reach out for your hand?</title>
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			<title>The Dark Spirit</title>
			<description>The dark spirit carries through the airAppearing as a silver flareBlazing bright as the sun passes byFor eternity the sun will rise.An eagle soaring, prey it seeks,Barely skimming the mountain peaks, The spirit lingers, in mist it speaks,Breezy and husky'Fly me to the oceans deep..</description>
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			<title>True love for teens</title>
			<description>If this is love, why is it so miserable? Why does my heart sink whenever he phones up?Maybe he's not right for me, but how to stop?Or maybe I should just stop moaning. Feeling his breath on my cheekHis tender lips meeting mineThe sensation of his arm around meCould it really be the o..</description>
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