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..,=†@&@@# Would I Have Done It, What Is The #@@&@†=,..
...,=†@&@@ Purpose Of This Process, What Does It @@&@†=,...
....,=†@&@ Consist Of...? And Through The Process @&@†=,....
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..,=†@&@@# I'M Standing There With Nothing. #@@&@†=,..
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...,=†@&@@ I Wan'T A Bottom Floor, A Concept @@&@†=,...
....,=†@&@ Bedrock, But The Deeper I Go The More @&@†=,....
...,=†@&@@ Abstract They Are, The Things, Until @@&@†=,...
..,=†@&@@# They Cease To Be Things At All #@@&@†=,..
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...,=†@&@@ Nothing I Can Do With Triangles. They @@&@†=,...
....,=†@&@ Can Not Shelter Me In Any Meaningful @&@†=,....
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