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			<title>Deserted</title>
			<description>All I can hear is the whistling windsThe sultry weather taking over my mind.The abandoned land, filled with sandAnd only one thing visible to my eyes.I want to take over all this land,This vast, undesirable, barren ground.I am certain that I can change and soI swayed, striving to keep my dominanceNe..</description>
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