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			<title>The Red Satin Shoes</title>
			<description>The Red Satin ShoesThat day eighty nine years ago it all began! That day I was born. I lay in my bed tonight to say goodbye, my lady in waiting looking at me nervously. &amp;ldquo;Madam you look paler than usual!&amp;rdquo; uttered my lady.&amp;ldquo;Oh Palma you are such a pessimist, I am fine just a lit..</description>
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