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			<description>Thefeat of beauty.thewalk behind the paddy;whenthe sun brims behind the clouds.Andthe soft music of the winds,Withthe hope of everlasting.&amp;nbsp;Thesweet melody;Staysthere &amp;#2013266048;&quot; for those who hear.Thekindness of knowingThateven the ri..</description>
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			<title>a devil for me</title>
			<description>Another sour bite.The hungryjuvenile looks at me.I stare, thenlaugh;He listens, andthen barks.I eat, he watches.&amp;nbsp;I look around;I see two housesand a tree.The brat stole acandy.He points at thetree.&amp;ldquo;why do you wantto play there?&amp;rdq..</description>
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			<title>Who am I?</title>
			<description>All alone.I stand, I don&amp;rsquo;t remember.The door is beside;And the hustleOf life looks at me through the glass&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I think, I remain.I stand and see my own reflection.I rub my hair;I stand still yet again.I wait. I think.The only who suppo..</description>
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