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			<title>On a Morning...</title>
			<description>Behind the temple spireBirds flew.Chased by the early SunThe Birds flew.The City was still yawning,Misty naked lanes,The moon pale blue.The immense drunk riverFaded boats and old crows,Grim gods andBathing pujarisHe knew themShe knew.February Sun onTheir headsIn their fistsThe icy breezeThe earthen ..</description>
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