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¨--***@¶@# endless mirrors looking kinda oily. an #@¶@***--¨
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¨--***@¶## tracks once disturbed the clover field. ##¶@***--¨
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¨--***@¶@@ we're off the season when the birds @@¶@***--¨
¨--***@¶@# sing beautifully. these days it's just #@¶@***--¨
¨---****@@ screeches, or calls for help. @@****---¨
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¨--***@¶@# i think of the jackdaw i maimed #@¶@***--¨
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