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#&%*;«-¨¨¨ Equipment, Sound Stuff, Synths, Tape ¨¨¨-«;*%
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#&%*;«-¨¨¨ Differet Foods, All Of Them Intriguing, ¨¨¨-«;*%
##&%*;«-¨¨ Slightly Weird. ¨¨-«;*%#
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#&%*;«-¨¨¨ The Shortwave Radio, And Transmit A Bit ¨¨¨-«;*%
##&%*;«-¨¨ Myself, Songs And Poetry, And Found ¨¨-«;*%#
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##&%*;«-¨¨ Of Their Lives, Play The Guitar For Me, ¨¨-«;*%#
#&%*;«-¨¨¨ And Tell Tales Of The Old World. I ¨¨¨-«;*%
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##&%*;«-¨¨ "Save" Things. Whatever I Put In Here ¨¨-«;*%#
#&%*;«-¨¨¨ Will Not Be Affected By The Nightly ¨¨¨-«;*%
&%*;«-¨¨¨¨ Reset. Everything Else, However, Is ¨¨¨¨-«;*%&
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#&%*;«-¨¨¨ Healed, And Wherever And Whenever I'D ¨¨¨-«;*%
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#&%*;«-¨¨¨ Forgetting To Put Them In The Square. ¨¨¨-«;*%
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#&%*;«-¨¨¨ At Night, I Have Demi-Lucid Dreams ¨¨¨-«;*%
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##&%*;«-¨¨ It'S Not Endless But Connected To A ¨¨-«;*%#
#&%*;«-¨¨¨ Large Sprawling City, Where My Radio ¨¨¨-«;*%
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&%*;«-¨¨¨¨ Me, They Never Remember During The Day. ¨¨¨¨-«;*%&
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