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			<title>Deathbed of Life </title>
			<description>I laid deep in Silence,Submerged in thoughts,It was my Morgue room,Filled with corpse.This place had a Peculiar Stench,Of stale Perspiration from the Dead.Well that's the last Mark they could make,Rest of their actions lay Behind,Slowly erasing from the Fist of Time.I play back..</description>
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