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			<title>Sailor's Log #1</title>
			<description>Sailor's log,Murraham Cumartesi, 918 AH&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The koboudan bellows as wave upon wave break upon the helm, drenching him and the crew in frigid arctic waters.&amp;nbsp; The captain is not typically a man of such tension; however, relentless storms and concurrent navigation problems have began..</description>
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			<description>My sweet baby girl, how your face is so hardStoic and callousedWreathed in DigitalisUnflinching in your masonry garbHow your sweet bones now are dryingIn gravel and cement, tooHow terribly I rent youAnd left your body there lyingHere upon this stale fallowCherubs lamenting soft and shallow&amp;nbsp;Crac..</description>
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