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###§%†:~^, Other Day, Springs And Streams And ,^~:†%§###
##¶§%†:~^, Mysterious Iron And Stone Artifacts, ,^~:†%§¶##
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##¶§%†:~^, Sun Is About To Rise. Its A Long Day, ,^~:†%§¶##
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¶¶¶§%†:~^, Then It Stays So Until I Fall Asleep. ,^~:†%§¶¶¶
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¶§†~~^,,,, Mirrors, Prisms, And Various Things To ,,,,^~~†§¶
§§§%†:~,,, Do Art With. The Fridge Is Filled With ,,,~:†%§§§
##¶§%†:~^, Differet Foods, All Of Them Intriguing, ,^~:†%§¶##
#¶§§%†:~^, Slightly Weird. ,^~:†%§§¶#
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##¶§%†:~^, Wants To Be The Big Spoon). I Listen To ,^~:†%§¶##
##¶§%†:~^, The Shortwave Radio, And Transmit A Bit ,^~:†%§¶##
##¶§%†:~^, 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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¶§§%:~,,,, Meter Area On The Floor Where I Can ,,,,~:%§§¶
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##¶§%†:~^, Will Not Be Affected By The Nightly ,^~:†%§¶##
##¶§%†:~^, Reset. Everything Else, However, Is ,^~:†%§¶##
###¶§†:~^, Completely Reset Overnight: Synth ,^~:†§¶###
¶%†~,,,,,, Patches Removed, Food Uneaten, Wounds ,,,,,,~†%¶
¶¶¶§%†:~^, Healed, And Wherever And Whenever I'D ,^~:†%§¶¶¶
##¶§%†:~^, Fall Asleep I'D Always Wake Up Fully ,^~:†%§¶##
#§†~~~,,,, Rested In My Bed. Sometimes There'S ,,,,~~~†§#
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##¶§%†:~^, 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 ,,,^^^^:%§
##¶§%†:~^, - Things Are Deep And Dark - But Unlike ,^~:†%§¶##
###¶%†:~^, Me, They Never Remember During The Day. ,^~:†%¶###
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