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##£&$*/~-, parallel  with  the railroad,  with  its ,-~/*$&£##
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##£&$*/~-, a wire fence to  separate the two roads. ,-~/*$&£##
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&&$$*~---, the air, the path  i  follow is glowing. ,---~*$$&&
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##£&$*/~-, we're  off  the  season  when  the birds ,-~/*$&£##
£$$*~,,,,, sing beautifully. these days  it's  just ,,,,,~*$$£
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#&****/~-,   yesterday. i fear the dreaming gate.   ,-~/****&#
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