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..@....... ENDLESS MIRRORS LOOKING KINDA OILY. AN ...@@@....
...@...... INCREDIBLE POWER BOUND THERE... THERE'S @..@.@@...
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@......@.. THE AIR, THE PATH I FOLLOW IS GLOWING. ..@@@..@.@
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.@@@...... TRACKS ONCE DISTURBED THE CLOVER FIELD. ....@.@@..
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@..@.@@... SING BEAUTIFULLY. THESE DAYS IT'S JUST .@@.....@@
@@...@@@.. SCREECHES, OR CALLS FOR HELP. .@@@....@.
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