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			<title>Dapit-hapon</title>
			<description>Ang nahahapong initAt sumisiklab na hanginAng liwanag at kadilimang nag-aagawanAlin ba ang mas matimbangAng matang tumititigO ang kamay na humahaplosAno ba ang mas matimbangAng ginaw ng nakaraanO ang apoy ng kinabukasan</description>
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			<title>Frisia: 1633</title>
			<description>Inspired by the love story of the famous painter Rembrandt van Rijn and his wife Saskia van Uylenburgh</description>
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			<title>The Colors of the Rainbow</title>
			<description>The Colorsof the Rainbow&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I have always wondered why the sky&amp;rsquo;s colors are different everyday. Some days, it is sapphire blue; other days, it is baby blue. Sometimes itis even in its darkest color, sometimes, it is porcelain w..</description>
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			<title>Phobia</title>
			<description>	On the edge of the pond, Anna sat still with her hairdancing with the rhythm of the wind; her eyes glimmer like the stars, her smileas bright as the moonlight reflected above the waters. She waits and waits forthe night to fall deep and be mesmerized in silence in the dark. The nightstarts ..</description>
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			<title>The Black Sparrow</title>
			<description>In a dark alley at the edge of a cityThe hollow men can be seenThe people see life in crimson colorIn the palms of an iron-fistThe hollow men seem not to careWhile the hawks are euphoricRusting metal hurriedly occupies the areaA black sparrow suddenly appearsWith its raging eyes an..</description>
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