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		<description><![CDATA[Ek het ons storie geskryf Met &#8216;n lem op my lyf Die son was te helder daai dag Vir my hartklop om langer vir joune te wag. Ek het die mes soos ‘n kwas vas gehou En diep snye geskilder – ‘n van Gogh vir jou. Ons verhaal het verskyn Op my vel – lyn [...]]]></description>
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