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......-~:^ The Air, The Path I Follow Is Glowing. ^:~-......
.......-~: A Yellow-Green Moss Has Taken Hold :~-.......
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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 -.........
........-~ Yesterday. I Fear The Dreaming gate. ~-........
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