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			<title>The Man Who Loved The Sun</title>
			<description>The Man wholoved the SunA thousand days and a thousand nights&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip; and of course ive only seenyou for half of such time&amp;hellip; you didn&amp;rsquo;t asked to be put there nor do you complaindespite all you do&amp;hellip; I wanna know what makes you so bright, what makes you get..</description>
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			<title>Beauty</title>
			<description>Beauty. What is it? What exactly defines beauty? To a man awoman can be beautiful, but to a bee a flower is everything. There was a beethat had a routine, mandated as any other bee, to go out and collect fromflowers. This bee ran this routine 24/7 365 days a year. One yr in the bloom ofs..</description>
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