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##@#**:--¨ a wire fence to separate the two roads. ¨--:**#@##
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##@@**:--¨ we're off the season when the birds ¨--:**@@##
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#@#@**:--¨ 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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