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¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ With Her Sheep. ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ And Noone Else Is Around. ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
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¨¨¨¨¨¨¨-~† On The Sea Of Foam. †~-¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
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¨¨¨¨¨-~††§ Stops Mid-Stride. She Frowns. §††~-¨¨¨¨¨
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