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					<description><![CDATA[A perfect day at the end of time. The day I wrote this song, cherry blossoms drifted across impossibly blue skies. it was a warm day in January and the air was sweet with the smell of the tiny floating flowers. I found myself thinking about stories I&#8217;d heard of the day they dropped the [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
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