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#@#¤¤†;=:, Other Day, Springs And Streams And ,:=;†¤¤#@#
@¤††;:,,,, Mysterious Iron And Stone Artifacts, ,,,,:;††¤@
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¤†††;:,,,, Sun Is About To Rise. Its A Long Day, ,,,,:;†††¤
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#@#¤¤†;=:, Then It Stays So Until I Fall Asleep. ,:=;†¤¤#@#
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##¤¤¤†;=:, Players. Pen And Paper, Books, Cameras, ,:=;†¤¤¤##
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#@#¤¤†;=:, Do Art With. The Fridge Is Filled With ,:=;†¤¤#@#
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@¤†;;===:, Wants To Be The Big Spoon). I Listen To ,:===;;†¤@
@#¤††;;=:, The Shortwave Radio, And Transmit A Bit ,:=;;††¤#@
#@#¤¤†;=:, Myself, Songs And Poetry, And Found ,:=;†¤¤#@#
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#@#¤¤†;=:, And Tell Tales Of The Old World. I ,:=;†¤¤#@#
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#@#¤¤†;=:, Forgetting To Put Them In The Square. ,:=;†¤¤#@#
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#@#¤¤†;=:, Where The Spirits Of The Forest Around ,:=;†¤¤#@#
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¤¤†=:,,,,, It'S Not Endless But Connected To A ,,,,,:=†¤¤
##¤¤¤†;=:, Large Sprawling City, Where My Radio ,:=;†¤¤¤##
#@#¤¤†;=:, Friends Live. We Go Exploring Together ,:=;†¤¤#@#
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#@#¤¤†;=:, Me, They Never Remember During The Day. ,:=;†¤¤#@#
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