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¨.~:%****# Other Day, Springs And Streams And #****%:~.¨
¨.~:%*@### Mysterious Iron And Stone Artifacts, ###@*%:~.¨
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¨¨¨¨¨¨.~%@ Players. Pen And Paper, Books, Cameras, @%~.¨¨¨¨¨¨
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¨¨¨¨¨¨.:*@ Do Art With. The Fridge Is Filled With @*:.¨¨¨¨¨¨
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¨.~:%*@### Sounds From The Forest. The Others Tell ###@*%:~.¨
¨.~:%*@### Of Their Lives, Play The Guitar For Me, ###@*%:~.¨
¨.~~~~:*@# And Tell Tales Of The Old World. I #@*:~~~~.¨
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¨.~:%*@### Patches Removed, Food Uneaten, Wounds ###@*%:~.¨
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¨.~:%*@### Rested In My Bed. Sometimes There'S ###@*%:~.¨
¨.~:%*@### Accidents Where I Lose Stuff By ###@*%:~.¨
¨.~:%*@### Forgetting To Put Them In The Square. ###@*%:~.¨
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¨¨¨.::*@## At Night, I Have Demi-Lucid Dreams ##@*::.¨¨¨
¨.~:%*@### Where The Spirits Of The Forest Around ###@*%:~.¨
¨.~:%*@### The Cottage Tries To Communicate. Here, ###@*%:~.¨
¨.~:%*@### It'S Not Endless But Connected To A ###@*%:~.¨
¨.~:%*@### Large Sprawling City, Where My Radio ###@*%:~.¨
¨¨.~~::*## Friends Live. We Go Exploring Together ##*::~~.¨¨
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