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#@#§¤*^=,, It, The Veil Is Next To Breached... I ,,=^*¤§#@#
@#§¤*^=,,, Hear Flutes, Sines, Repeating Themes ,,,=^*¤§#@
#@#§¤*^=,, Like Were They Calls From Rubbery ,,=^*¤§#@#
@#§¤*^=,,, Birds... Deafeningly Loud! ,,,=^*¤§#@
#@#§¤*^=,, But Like A Mirage, Constantly ,,=^*¤§#@#
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