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¨,«†%£#£@# sun is about to rise. its a long day, #@£#£%†«,¨
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¨,«†%£#£@# myself, songs and poetry, and found #@£#£%†«,¨
¨,«†%£#£@# sounds from the forest. the others tell #@£#£%†«,¨
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¨,«†%£#£@# it's not endless but connected to a #@£#£%†«,¨
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