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¨&¨&&¨&¨&¨ &&¨&¨&&¨&¨
&&¨¨&¨&¨&¨ When There Is A Stone In The Puddle ¨&¨&¨¨&¨&¨
¨&¨&&¨&¨&¨ It Is An Annoyance To Bear In Mind, &&¨&¨&&¨&¨
&&¨¨&¨&¨&¨ An Obstacle To Avoid ¨&¨&¨¨&¨&¨
¨&¨&&¨&¨&¨ &&¨&¨&&¨&¨
&&¨¨&¨&¨&¨ When The Mountain Comes Out Of The Sea, ¨&¨&¨¨&¨&¨
¨&¨&&¨&¨&¨ It Is Something To Be Cherished, &&¨&¨&&¨&¨
&&¨¨&¨&¨&¨ A God'S Finger Reached Out, ¨&¨&¨¨&¨&¨
¨&¨&&¨&¨&¨ Into Space, Into Heat &&¨&¨&&¨&¨
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¨&¨&&¨&¨&¨ (Force Comes With Scale) &&¨&¨&&¨&¨
&&¨¨&¨&¨&¨ ¨&¨&¨¨&¨&¨
¨&¨&&¨&¨&¨ Millions Of Mirrors. And We Are &&¨&¨&&¨&¨
&&¨¨&¨&¨&¨ Launched Into Space: ¨&¨&¨¨&¨&¨
¨&¨&&¨&¨&¨ &&¨&¨&&¨&¨
&&¨¨&¨&¨&¨ We Sail On The Concentrated Sun, ¨&¨&¨¨&¨&¨
¨&¨&&¨&¨&¨ Even Now Our Ally, Even In Our Betrayal. &&¨&¨&&¨&¨
&&¨¨&¨&¨&¨ ¨&¨&¨¨&¨&¨
¨&¨&&¨&¨&¨ A Stone Through The Puddle Of &&¨&¨&&¨&¨
&&¨¨&¨&¨&¨ The Helisophere. Hoping To Be ¨&¨&¨¨&¨&¨
¨&¨&&¨&¨&¨ The First Scale On A Spine Of Rock. &&¨&¨&&¨&¨
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