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##@&¤/=,¨¨ Endless Mirrors Looking Kinda Oily. An ¨¨,=/¤&@##
#@&¤/=,¨¨¨ Incredible Power Bound There... There'S ¨¨¨,=/¤&@#
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¤/=,¨¨¨¨¨¨ Even Though There'S A Foggy Quality To ¨¨¨¨¨¨,=/¤
/=,¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ The Air, The Path I Follow Is Glowing. ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨,=/
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¤/=,¨¨¨¨¨¨ Screeches, Or Calls For Help. ¨¨¨¨¨¨,=/¤
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#@&¤/=,¨¨¨ Yesterday. I Fear The Dreaming gate. ¨¨¨,=/¤&@#
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