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#@@§¤*†-:¨ ENDLESS MIRRORS LOOKING KINDA OILY. AN ¨:-†*¤§@@#
##@@¤*†-:¨ INCREDIBLE POWER BOUND THERE... THERE'S ¨:-†*¤@@##
#@@§¤*†-:¨ A WIRE FENCE TO SEPARATE THE TWO ROADS. ¨:-†*¤§@@#
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#@@§¤*†-:¨ THE AIR, THE PATH I FOLLOW IS GLOWING. ¨:-†*¤§@@#
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§*-¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ SING BEAUTIFULLY. THESE DAYS IT'S JUST ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨-*§
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