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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 ¨¨:-=^**££
¶**^--¨¨¨¨       screeches, or calls for help.      ¨¨¨¨--^**¶
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#¶**===-:¨   yesterday. i fear the dreaming gate.   ¨:-===**¶#
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