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.......,-^ 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 ..........
.......... 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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