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			<title>In a shadow of a maple</title>
			<description>In a shadow of a maple
Feet to the east
Eyes to the sky
Jungle hated him

He was sleeping and some hands
From the leafs
were touching him
They were playing 
Behind his face
He had a monster</description>
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			<title>Your beauty</title>
			<description>Every woman has 
her own beauty
but you have two eyes</description>
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			<title>The dead boy</title>
			<description>My mother is looking to me
with a opened mouth
she feels I am the loneliest person now
-why don't you leave me?</description>
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