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			<title>Sing The Light</title>
			<description>Morning is a softened time.Trouble for the day has not yet been to visit,and in the grayness of the edgebirds are singing fiercely.For the first time, I wonder why.Science says that lengthening daysbring longer exposure to light,triggering a hormone,but I remember a song&quot;How Can I Keep From Singing&quot;..</description>
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			<title>SuperNova</title>
			<description>	how am I going to put	this all back together	I slap pieces on and they don't stick	pick them up lick them up	stick them back doesn't matter	&amp;nbsp;	&amp;nbsp;yes it does it's all matter		some bunch of gases went all	super nova and here we are	the star is blown all out..</description>
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