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@¨¨@@@¨¨@@ INCREDIBLE POWER BOUND THERE... THERE'S  @¨¨¨¨@¨¨@@
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¨@@¨¨¨@@@@ THE AIR,  THE PATH  I FOLLOW IS GLOWING. ¨@@¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
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¨@@¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ WHERE  THE  MACHINES  WHO   MADE   THESE ¨@@¨¨@@@@¨
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