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#&§«:,,,,, It'S A Summer Afternoon And The Station ,,,,,:«§
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#@##&§«:,, Up The Stairs To Your Platform. The ,,:«§#@#
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#@##&§«:,, It Is Indeed A Very High Speed Train ,,:«§#@#
##@##&§«:, You'Re Traveling In, The Journey Has ,:«§#@##
#@##&§«:,, Been Long. But It'S About To End! ,,:«§#@#
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##&§«:,,,, You'Re Moving Upward Along The Wall Of ,,,,:«§#
@##&§«:,,, A Building. It'S Made Of Slabby Stone, ,,,:«§#@
#@##&§«:,, With Great Glassless Window Holes ,,:«§#@#
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#@##&§«:,, Pitch Black Inside. ,,:«§#@#
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