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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. ..¤¤......
¤......¤¤. A Yellow-Green Moss Has Taken Hold .....¤¤¤¤¤
..¤¤¤¤.... Where The Machines Who Made These ¤¤¤¤..¤¤¤¤
...¤¤..¤¤¤ 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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