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			<title>The Beautiful Flowers</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The Beautiful Flowers&amp;nbsp;They are with diverse hue and greeneriesThey tint our natural life When we gaze at it, it swerves our contemplation.&amp;nbsp;The splendor cannot be elucidated whenwe think of its influxSome kernels wilt and grow back, whenwe fail ..</description>
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			<title>&quot;He&quot; Sun and &quot;She&quot; Moon</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;He&amp;rdquo; Sun and &amp;ldquo;She&amp;rdquo; Moon&amp;nbsp;She appeared on the right day on the right time as calendared&amp;nbsp;She is dark without lightBut held a candle and lighted the earthThe lighter persistently made her blissful with hismodestyHe never vacillates to hel..</description>
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			<title>The Miraculous Beach</title>
			<description>The miraculous beach&amp;nbsp;The crucial prerequisite of entire universeEach time I visited herSome feelings shillyshallied my mindThough it was twirling and soundingMy thoughts underwent serenityNothing could disrupt me.&amp;nbsp;My sanities got appealed to its splendor..</description>
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