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##@£¤%/~,, Parallel  With  The  Railroad, With  Its ,,~/%¤£@##
##@£¤%/~,, Endless  Mirrors Looking  Kinda Oily. An ,,~/%¤£@##
##@£¤%/~,, Incredible Power Bound There... There'S  ,,~/%¤£@##
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##@£¤%/~,, Tracks Once  Disturbed The Clover Field. ,,~/%¤£@##
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##@£¤%/~,, 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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