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			<title>Who is calling me </title>
			<description>Questions of me to me I couldn't answer</description>
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			<title>Unspekable Thouts</title>
			<description>3 o'clock in the morning, the sky is clear that you can even realise stars as pieces of glitter thrown in a vast extended dark cloth. Standing in the middle of eternity alone, no sounds are heard but the sound of a grasshopper comes from one of the corners of the universe, he felt as a god o..</description>
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