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.#.##.#.#. other  day,   springs  and  streams  and ##.#.#.#.#
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.#..#.#.#. wants to be  the big spoon). i listen to .#.#.#.#.#
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.#..#.#.#. myself,  songs  and  poetry,  and  found .#.#.#.#.#
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.#..#.#.#. of their  lives, play the guitar for me, .#.#.#.#.#
.#.##.#.#. and  tell  tales  of the  old  world.  i ##.#.#.#.#
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.#..#.#.#. most importantly, there's a  two  square .#.#.#.#.#
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.#..#.#.#.  patches removed, food uneaten, wounds   .#.#.#.#.#
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.#.##.#.#. rested  in  my  bed.  sometimes  there's ##.#.#.#.#
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.#.##.#.#. at  night,  i  have   demi-lucid  dreams ##.#.#.#.#
.#..#.#.#. where  the spirits of the forest  around .#.#.#.#.#
.#.##.#.#. the  cottage tries to communicate. here, ##.#.#.#.#
.#..#.#.#. it's  not  endless but  connected  to  a .#.#.#.#.#
.#.##.#.#. large  sprawling  city,  where my  radio ##.#.#.#.#
.#..#.#.#. friends live. we  go  exploring together .#.#.#.#.#
.#.##.#.#. - things are deep and dark - but  unlike ##.#.#.#.#
.#..#.#.#. me, they never remember during the  day. .#.#.#.#.#
.#.##.#.#. this  is  a mystery  we  often  discuss. ##.#.#.#.#
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