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,,,,,,,,,= the bird factory is a rumored dungeon =,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,== in the far and cold mountains, where ==,,,,,,,,
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,,,,,,,,== these eggs would then be placed in a ==,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,= special hatchery, until hatched, and so =,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,, all birds were born. ,,,,,,,,,,
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,,,,,,,,== regarding the little toy machine, what ==,,,,,,,,
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,,,,==$$§£ = three flat out weird sounds = £§$$==,,,,
,,,==$$§£@ = and one drum kit that's whack = @£§$$==,,,
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