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¨¨@¨@¨@@¨¨  INCREDIBLE POWER BOUND THERE... THERE'S ¨@@¨¨¨@¨@@
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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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