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			<title>Yes, well.</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;yes, well.At 3 A.M., there&amp;rsquo;s nothing you can do.When moonlight fractures outlines into smudgeand splinters integers to decimals;when dustballs shine with what are clearly teeth,you&amp;rsquo;re down to fingertips. Then what you touchis all that&amp;rsquo;s left of real, and sense of selfshri..</description>
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			<title>The Violist</title>
			<description>Your new instrument is my being.</description>
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			<title>Delight</title>
			<description>Translations: (German)

Haus des Lebens- House of Love
mein Schatz- My Treasure</description>
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