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§†**=..... Me With Someone Elses Excitement         .....=**†§
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#@#§$†*=.. Hear Flutes, Sines, Repeating Themes     ..=*†$§#@#
##@#§$*=.. Like Were They Calls From Rubbery        ..=*$§#@##
###§$†*=.. Birds... Deafeningly Loud!               ..=*†$§###
#@#§$†*=.. But Like A Mirage, Constantly            ..=*†$§#@#
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