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		<title>Violinist Traveling to Versailles, 1624</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 05 Jul 2009 16:57:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The woman shrouded in a thousand eyes
whispered in what was almost a voice,
&#8220;To you, good sir, I do strongly advise:
Reconsider your unfortunate choice.&#8221;
&#8220;Take back your gold if you can, puny one!&#8221;
replied the filthy brute clutching her purse.
Then she struck with a glimmer in the sun,
her bow of metal, the Musician&#8217;s Curse.
The blade sang beautifully across [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The woman shrouded in a thousand eyes<br />
whispered in what was almost a voice,<br />
&#8220;To you, good sir, I do strongly advise:<br />
Reconsider your unfortunate choice.&#8221;<br />
&#8220;Take back your gold if you can, puny one!&#8221;<br />
replied the filthy brute clutching her purse.<br />
Then she struck with a glimmer in the sun,<br />
her bow of metal, the Musician&#8217;s Curse.<br />
The blade sang beautifully across his skin,<br />
trailed by a melody of misery.<br />
Gliding the bow along her violin,<br />
she played his anguish ever so gently,<br />
and bled out his red, saturated heart<br />
as, note by note, she sliced his soul apart.</p>
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