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			<title>' her little old brown box'.</title>
			<description>'It is like a paradise! Where the heaven is seeing itself in the sea. I smell the salty air, and taste the crystal water. The white sands that like clouds under my feet. This is really the paradise i once knew.  I slowly move, admiring the whole place. Watching and letting the waves touch my bar..</description>
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			<title>The colours of fantasy</title>
			<description>I woke up in the middle of the nightI saw you dancing under the moon.I watched you making steps to the airLike the flames made you from beneath.I move one step to touch you.But the flames get stronger.I made another step to get close with you.With teary eyes the pain run through my v..</description>
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			<title>The blind dreamer</title>
			<description>The quieter it became, the more i can hear.The darker it became, the more i can see.The less words i said,the louder it became.The more i think, the question hunges over the ceiling.I was blind in the light and darkness is my friend.I hear the sound of the music, though no instruments ha..</description>
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			<title>his dance</title>
			<description>HIS DANCEOne year of knowingeach other,Five years of livingtogether.He eat what i ate,He love who i loved.Kisses and hugsIn the nest of love.Sharing memoriesLoving endlessly.Last day of summerseasonLast night of rainingseason.One afternoon i went..</description>
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