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¨¨,~;$*&¶# a wire fence to separate the two roads. #¶&*$;~,¨¨
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¨¨,~;$*&¶# a yellow-green moss has taken hold #¶&*$;~,¨¨
¨,~;$*&¶## where the machines who made these ##¶&*$;~,¨
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¨,~;$*&¶## sing beautifully. these days it's just ##¶&*$;~,¨
¨¨,~;$*&¶# screeches, or calls for help. #¶&*$;~,¨¨
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¨¨,~;$*&¶# i think of the jackdaw i maimed #¶&*$;~,¨¨
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