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#@&$=*«-,, Other Day, Springs And Streams And ,,-«*=$&@#
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*«-,,,,,,, Reset. Everything Else, However, Is ,,,,,,,-«*
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-,,,,,,,,, It'S Not Endless But Connected To A ,,,,,,,,,-
«-,,,,,,,, Large Sprawling City, Where My Radio ,,,,,,,,-«
*«-,,,,,,, Friends Live. We Go Exploring Together ,,,,,,,-«*
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