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		<title>reincarnation</title>
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		<description> In dimmit light, the seething saints of hell   walk free among the commonality,   like charlatans with nothing left to sell   but for their individuality.     Ragamuffin heroes spew their rants,   The ragshags and tatterdemalion,   and mutter insurrection as they dance   on sidewalks - a concrete cotillion.     The morons and the idiots run loose   and fester in their grand stupidity   yet hold dominion as they spurn the truth;   the agents of destruction's augury.     Sharp shards of pretense littering the streets,   intelligent ideas erased by rain,   their tendrils loosened as they chance to sleep,  ... more  </description>
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		<description> Sing me a rainstorm   of sad lover  tears.   Fill it with thunder   that rings in our ears.   Paint it with lightning   that covers the years.   Sing me a rainstorm   of sad lover tears.       Cry me a river   writ in your sweetest hand.   When thunder and lightning   drown out the band,   find me that world   in a grain of sand.   Cry me a river   writ in your sweetest hand. </description>
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