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,~~††§£@## Endless Mirrors Looking Kinda Oily. An ##@£§††~~,
,~~††§£@## Incredible Power Bound There... There'S ##@£§††~~,
,~~††§£@## A Wire Fence To Separate The Two Roads. ##@£§††~~,
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,~~††††§£@ The Air, The Path I Follow Is Glowing. @£§††††~~,
,~~††§£@## 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 ##@£§††~~,
,~~††§£@@@ Sing Beautifully. These Days It'S Just @@@£§††~~,
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,,,,~~††££ I Think Of The Jackdaw I Maimed ££††~~,,,,
,~~††§£@## Yesterday. I Fear The Dreaming gate. ##@£§††~~,
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