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,,,~†^£¤¶# A  YELLOW-GREEN  MOSS   HAS  TAKEN  HOLD #¶¤£^†~,,,
,,,,~†^£¤¶ WHERE   THE  MACHINES  WHO  MADE   THESE ¶¤£^†~,,,,
,,,~†^£¤¶# TRACKS ONCE DISTURBED THE CLOVER  FIELD. #¶¤£^†~,,,
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,,,~†^£¤¶# WE'RE  OFF  THE SEASON  WHEN  THE  BIRDS #¶¤£^†~,,,
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,,,~†^£¤¶#       SCREECHES, OR CALLS FOR HELP.      #¶¤£^†~,,,
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