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,^~;%%§¶## Sound... And Sure Enough, Between The    ##¶§%%;~^,
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,,^~;%%%%¶ Like Were They Calls From Rubbery        ¶%%%%;~^,,
,^~;%%§¶## Birds... Deafeningly Loud!               ##¶§%%;~^,
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