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¨§§¨§§§¨¨§ Grains There Are Calls From Other        §§§§¨§¨§¨¨
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§¨¨¨§¨¨¨¨§ But Staying Out Of Reach... Telling Me   §¨§¨¨§¨¨§¨
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§¨§¨§¨¨§¨¨ Me With Someone Elses Excitement         ¨¨§§¨§§¨¨¨
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¨§¨¨§¨§§¨¨ Birds... Deafeningly Loud!               §§¨§§¨§¨§¨
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