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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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#@@£&*\=-, Even Though There'S A Foggy  Quality  To ,-=\*&£@@#
##@@£*\=-, The Air, The Path I Follow  Is  Glowing. ,-=\*£@@##
#@@£&*\=-, A  Yellow-Green   Moss  Has  Taken  Hold ,-=\*&£@@#
@@£&&*\=-, Where   The  Machines  Who   Made  These ,-=\*&&£@@
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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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