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			<title>Time</title>
			<description>It brings memories...Create scenarios and  mechanical injuries.It heals ..it thrills..Time is the God that certainly kills..It promises truth and sculptures lies..It brings pain and the happiness dies..It creates Havoc but is the ultimate peace.It is the glory...that everyone seize....</description>
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			<title>Quote</title>
			<description>Silently embrace certain things..you know will constantly kill you..yet not surrendering to it will start a war you know you can't win.</description>
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			<title>There's celebration here..</title>
			<description>Boom...the cracker's sounds..And everyone felt the joy...They felt the good and bad...They felt the sudden turmoil..Even the Brahmaputra cried that day..Wept for the agitating nature..The heat seldom rises..And so thus the pressure..There was blood here and there..There was flesh e..</description>
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			<title>The night comes </title>
			<description>I closed my eyes..A glimpse of something somewhere implies..A creaking sound ...a Huss...There she is again..With her child making fuss ..I asked...Which religion you from?She murmured &quot;I am hungry sir&quot;..I looked at her child..His eyes seems deep..Felt like a spark there growing an..</description>
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			<title>The up and down ..</title>
			<description>The Serengeti sees the good and green..The Mississippi forever flows..Still we are bound to ourselves..Driven to greed and shallows..Be deep and deeper..Follow the river..Where the imaginations flows...Open your wings and fly...touch the sky and glow.</description>
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			<title>And the wind blows...</title>
			<description>The wind blows..</description>
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			<title>The depth of everything</title>
			<description>It's all about the brave</description>
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