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¨¨&¨¨&&¨¨& ENDLESS MIRRORS LOOKING KINDA OILY. AN ¨¨&¨¨&¨¨¨¨
¨&&¨&¨&¨&¨ INCREDIBLE POWER BOUND THERE... THERE'S ¨&&¨&&¨¨¨¨
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¨&¨¨¨&¨¨¨& A YELLOW-GREEN MOSS HAS TAKEN HOLD &&&&¨&&¨&&
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¨&¨&¨&¨&&¨ TRACKS ONCE DISTURBED THE CLOVER FIELD. ¨¨&¨&&¨&&¨
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¨¨¨¨¨&¨&¨¨ SING BEAUTIFULLY. THESE DAYS IT'S JUST &¨&¨&&¨¨¨&
¨¨¨¨&&&&¨¨ SCREECHES, OR CALLS FOR HELP. &&&&¨&¨¨&&
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¨¨&&¨¨&&¨& I THINK OF THE JACKDAW I MAIMED ¨¨&¨¨&&&&&
¨&¨&¨&¨&&¨ YESTERDAY. I FEAR THE DREAMING GATE. ¨&&¨&¨¨¨¨&
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