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£%:«:,,,,, players. pen and paper, books, cameras, ,,,,,:«:%£
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@££%:«:,,, myself, songs and poetry, and found ,,,:«:%££@
££%:«:,,,, sounds from the forest. the others tell ,,,,:«:%££
£%:«:,,,,, of their lives, play the guitar for me, ,,,,,:«:%£
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:«:,,,,,,, consider them friends as well. ,,,,,,,:«:
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@££%:«:,,, "save" things. whatever i put in here ,,,:«:%££@
@@££%:«:,, will not be affected by the nightly ,,:«:%££@@
#@@££%:«:, reset. everything else, however, is ,:«:%££@@#
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££%:«:,,,, healed, and wherever and whenever i'd ,,,,:«:%££
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#@@££%:«:, it's not endless but connected to a ,:«:%££@@#
@@££%:«:,, large sprawling city, where my radio ,,:«:%££@@
@££%:«:,,, friends live. we go exploring together ,,,:«:%££@
££%:«:,,,, - things are deep and dark - but unlike ,,,,:«:%££
£%:«:,,,,, me, they never remember during the day. ,,,,,:«:%£
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