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@@@%%†~^,, The  Decorative  Windows. Slowly  Making ,,^~†%%@@@
@@%%†~^,,, Their  Way Across  The Room,  Eventually ,,,^~†%%@@
@%%†~^,,,, Coming Across  His Body. Like  Two  Arms ,,,,^~†%%@
@@%%†~^,,, Reaching  His Stomach, And Then Into His ,,,^~†%%@@
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@@@%%†~^,, Fox   Body  Pressing  Close.  Its   Eyes ,,^~†%%@@@
@@%%†~^,,, Opening  His, Asleep  But  Staring  Into ,,,^~†%%@@
@%%†~^,,,, Its Pupils, Into The Surface Of The Sun. ,,,,^~†%%@
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