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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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¨¨¨¨~~^*&& Even Though There'S A Foggy Quality To &&*^~~¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨~~^*&&@ The Air, The Path I Follow Is Glowing. @&&*^~~¨¨¨
¨¨~~^*&&@# A Yellow-Green Moss Has Taken Hold #@&&*^~~¨¨
¨~~^*&&@## Where The Machines Who Made These ##@&&*^~~¨
¨¨~~^*&&@# Tracks Once Disturbed The Clover Field. #@&&*^~~¨¨
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¨¨¨¨~~^*&& We'Re Off The Season When The Birds &&*^~~¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨~~^*& Sing Beautifully. These Days It'S Just &*^~~¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨~~^* Screeches, Or Calls For Help. *^~~¨¨¨¨¨¨
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¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨~~ I Think Of The Jackdaw I Maimed ~~¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨~~^ Yesterday. I Fear The Dreaming gate. ^~~¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
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