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###@£^:«,¨ sun is about to rise. its a long day, ¨,«:^£@###
###@£^:«,¨ before it fades to night again, and ¨,«:^£@###
###@£^:«,¨ then it stays so until i fall asleep. ¨,«:^£@###
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###@£^:«,¨ mirrors, prisms, and various things to ¨,«:^£@###
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###@£^:«,¨ the shortwave radio, and transmit a bit ¨,«:^£@###
###@£^:«,¨ myself, songs and poetry, and found ¨,«:^£@###
###@£^:«,¨ sounds from the forest. the others tell ¨,«:^£@###
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#£^^«,¨¨¨¨ and tell tales of the old world. i ¨¨¨¨,«^^£#
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###@£^:«,¨ where the spirits of the forest around ¨,«:^£@###
###@£^:«,¨ the cottage tries to communicate. here, ¨,«:^£@###
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###@£^:«,¨ large sprawling city, where my radio ¨,«:^£@###
###@£^:«,¨ friends live. we go exploring together ¨,«:^£@###
###@£^:«,¨ - things are deep and dark - but unlike ¨,«:^£@###
###@£^:«,¨ me, they never remember during the day. ¨,«:^£@###
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