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¶£†=:,,,,, mirrors, prisms, and various things to ,,,,,:=†£¶
¤††=,,,,,, do art with. the fridge is filled with ,,,,,,=††¤
#@¶¤£†==:, differet foods, all of them intriguing, ,:==†£¤¶@#
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#@¶¤£†==:, myself, songs and poetry, and found ,:==†£¤¶@#
##@¶£†==:, 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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¶¤£††=,,,, will not be affected by the nightly ,,,,=††£¤¶
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#@¶¤£†==:, patches removed, food uneaten, wounds ,:==†£¤¶@#
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¤††=:,,,,, 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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#@¶¤£†==:, me, they never remember during the day. ,:==†£¤¶@#
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