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			<title>The spring is a widow</title>
			<description>The tree was no more,Whom will the Spring call now?</description>
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			<title>Her eyes</title>
			<description>For the 'One line wonder' contest.</description>
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			<title>And one night...</title>
			<description>He sat on his table for a long time. The candle now was a puddle of wax and the light waned long before he could realise. For him, it made no difference. The song he had been humming all night, held him in such constant, pensive thought.A breeze hurried through the window before him. Awaken by the c..</description>
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