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¨¤¨¤¨¤¨¤¨¤ Ok  This  Is  So  Weird For Me, Hold  On ¨¤¤¨¤¨¤¨¤¨
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¨¤¨¤¨¤¨¤¨¤ I'M  In A Funnel, I'M  In  One Of  Those ¨¤¤¨¤¨¤¨¤¨
¤¤¨¤¨¤¨¤¨¤      Speed Meter Things, I'M Zooming     ¨¨¤¨¤¨¤¨¤¨
¨¤¨¤¨¤¨¤¨¤      Through, Never Reaching The End     ¨¤¤¨¤¨¤¨¤¨
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¨¤¨¤¨¤¨¤¨¤ And Now The  Wind  Is  Consciousness And ¨¤¤¨¤¨¤¨¤¨
¤¤¨¤¨¤¨¤¨¤ The Funnel Is My Body - When  I'M Inside ¨¨¤¨¤¨¤¨¤¨
¨¤¨¤¨¤¨¤¨¤ I  Fail To  See That  I'M  All The  Same ¨¤¤¨¤¨¤¨¤¨
¤¤¨¤¨¤¨¤¨¤           Thing, We'Re The Same          ¨¨¤¨¤¨¤¨¤¨
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¤¤¨¤¨¤¨¤¨¤ One  Winter  Day  I  Think  Year  Twenty ¨¨¤¨¤¨¤¨¤¨
¨¤¨¤¨¤¨¤¨¤ Eleven Or Maybe  Earlier,  Possibly Much ¨¤¤¨¤¨¤¨¤¨
¤¤¨¤¨¤¨¤¨¤ Earlier, I Walked Out Alone On The  Lake ¨¨¤¨¤¨¤¨¤¨
¨¤¨¤¨¤¨¤¨¤ Following   A   Fox    Trail,   A   Thin ¨¤¤¨¤¨¤¨¤¨
¤¤¨¤¨¤¨¤¨¤ Snow-Covered  Ice,  A  Stupid Girl,  And ¨¨¤¨¤¨¤¨¤¨
¨¤¨¤¨¤¨¤¨¤ The Fox Wraps His Tail Around  Me,  It'S ¨¤¤¨¤¨¤¨¤¨
¤¤¨¤¨¤¨¤¨¤ Impossibly Large,  And I'M  Burrowed, It ¨¨¤¨¤¨¤¨¤¨
¨¤¨¤¨¤¨¤¨¤       Feels Nice, And That'S That        ¨¤¤¨¤¨¤¨¤¨
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