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			<title>Dream</title>
			<description>The life dies. The stars shine. Beneath those clouds,The lights chime. In your head,Your conquered kingdom. Yet another world. Created by a prince. Where words fail to define,What could be held within. Skies of green,And rivers of pink. When the choices are yours,Mediocre..</description>
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			<title>Deeds</title>
			<description>The truth we spoke,Silence, the most profound of all. The lies we told,Words, the greatest of all. The prayers we devised,Tears, the most honest of all. The stories we wrote,Life, the best of all. The fears we wove,Death, the most ferocious of all. The questions we asked,God, t..</description>
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