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&&..&&&..& ENDLESS MIRRORS LOOKING KINDA OILY. AN &..&.....&
.&&.&.&&.. INCREDIBLE POWER BOUND THERE... THERE'S .&..&....&
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...&&&..&. THE AIR, THE PATH I FOLLOW IS GLOWING. &&...&..&.
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.&...&.&&. TRACKS ONCE DISTURBED THE CLOVER FIELD. ..&&&...&.
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.&..&....& SING BEAUTIFULLY. THESE DAYS IT'S JUST &&..&.&&..
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&&...&..&. YESTERDAY. I FEAR THE DREAMING GATE. ...&&&..&.
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