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&&..&&..&. Endless Mirrors Looking Kinda Oily. An ..&&&&&&&&
&......... Incredible Power Bound There... There'S &..&&&&&&&
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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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&&&..&..&& Sing Beautifully. These Days It'S Just ...&&&&..&
&&.......& Screeches, Or Calls For Help. &&..&&....
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