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			<title>First Love</title>
			<description>Dedicated to my love... </description>
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			<title>Reality </title>
			<description>I entered a place, Called place of life. Where people talk of techno and space But there minds are like a rusted knife. At one, they show their participation in change, At another, not even ready to move from that page. Two faces exist in every person at least, One to show the humble..</description>
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