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##&*::~,,, Other Day, Springs And Streams And ,,,~::*#
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###&$*:~:, Wants To Be The Big Spoon). I Listen To ,:~:*$##
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###&$*:~:, Myself, Songs And Poetry, And Found ,:~:*$##
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###&$*:~:, "Save" Things. Whatever I Put In Here ,:~:*$##
###&$*:~:, Will Not Be Affected By The Nightly ,:~:*$##
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####$*:~:, Patches Removed, Food Uneaten, Wounds ,:~:*$####
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