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			<title>A Trembling Weapon</title>
			<description>Dark was the room,dark was her visionshe had cried every night ,they were the reason.Eyes were pouring and lips were twisting Few were the seconds she was remembering.The night was a curse,the memories were nightmares,dreams were shattered with the flowing tears.Few were curs..</description>
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			<title>One Wish</title>
			<description>The more she thought, the more he worriedthe more she cried,the more he wincedDistance was the reason and so was the loveThoughts were unwelcomed and unable to shove.Nights were lonely and so were the heartsAnd then is when a story starts.He was the Prince she had desiredAnd She was the princess he ..</description>
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