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..=/*§&¶## endless mirrors looking kinda oily. an ##¶&§*/=..
..=/*§&¶## incredible power bound there... there's ##¶&§*/=..
....=/**&¶ a wire fence to separate the two roads. ¶&**/=....
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..=/*§&¶## the air, the path i follow is glowing. ##¶&§*/=..
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..=////*&& where the machines who made these &&*////=..
...==//*&& 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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.....=*&¶# yesterday. i fear the dreaming gate. #¶&*=.....
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