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			<title>Remembrance</title>
			<description>...but you must no longer ask me about the stories that do not unfold as we wish them to, nor about the now swift, now dragging passage of time. And do not ask me about the fading light in the human bosom, nor about the trembling flame at the heart of the world, I do not know whether it will..</description>
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			<title>Inner Silence</title>
			<description>They go about life, fumbling around, stumbling and tumbling, blind to the all-transcending essence of existence, too distracted by the transient noise of the physical realm.Each minute and hour, each day and year past in dull and sterile endeavours bring us closer to irreversible lethargy,..</description>
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			<title>The Death of the Word</title>
			<description>It cannot be undone, it cannot resuscitate,it died intestate, after a wordless agony.It consumed itself... words burn wordsand the ashes were cast into the newborn void. It died in secrecy, in desolate solitudeAnd left us without inheritance,Inconsolable</description>
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			<title>Reverie Impromptue</title>
			<description>The tears of Aurora are already dampening my lashesand yet, the sun is still absent from my window.Where I stand,at the edge of dreamland I awake,still in the embrace of Morpheusand willingly take the paths of Reverie;Oh how sweet is the enchantment that overwhelms mewhen I venture i..</description>
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