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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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¨¨¨#¨#¨#¨¨ Where  The   Machines   Who  Made  These ####¨¨####
¨¨######¨# Tracks Once Disturbed The Clover  Field. ¨¨¨#¨#¨¨¨#
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##¨¨¨¨#¨¨# We'Re  Off  The  Season  When The  Birds ¨#¨¨¨#¨#¨#
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##¨¨#¨##¨#       Screeches, Or Calls For Help.      ¨#¨#¨¨¨¨#¨
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###¨¨##¨¨# I   Think  Of   The   Jackdaw  I  Maimed ¨¨¨#¨¨#¨¨#
¨¨#¨#¨#¨##   Yesterday. I Fear The Dreaming gate.   ¨¨##¨##¨#¨
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