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			<title>Night and day</title>
			<description>The two friends in the highIn the world of skyThe one end is darkCalled as night, has its own sparkOn the other end is light Called as day, has its own delightI asked the sky, If they are in different ends,How do they become friends? Night is delight to embrace the vulnerability ..</description>
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			<title>Grandpa's stars. </title>
			<description>Kid got excited and said to his grandpa , &quot;The stars are shimmering daddu, but in non consistent way&quot;Grandpa smiled and replied, &quot;Just like the life where we can shine and dim out once the time comes&quot;</description>
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