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			<title>Rain</title>
			<description>Light drops hang and fallPregnant with colors of springDrop and feed the earth</description>
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			<title>Labyrinth</title>
			<description>Labyrinth&amp;nbsp;I am here again,On familiarpaths worn bareBy treadingfeet, dragging or rushing forward.I swear I'veseen that tree before,Or that I'vemade this turn.Why does everything look so familiar?&amp;nbsp;But this familiarturnForces meto turn back..</description>
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