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##@£§*:=.¨ incredible power bound there... there's  ¨.=:*§£@##
££§:..¨¨¨¨ a wire fence to separate  the two roads. ¨¨¨¨..:§££
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##@£§*:=.¨ a  yellow-green   moss  has  taken  hold ¨.=:*§£@##
##@£§*:=.¨ where   the   machines  who  made  these ¨.=:*§£@##
##@£§*:=.¨ tracks once  disturbed the clover field. ¨.=:*§£@##
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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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#@££§*:=.¨ i   think   of   the  jackdaw  i  maimed ¨.=:*§££@#
#@££§*:=.¨   yesterday. i fear the dreaming gate.   ¨.=:*§££@#
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