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¨¨^~\†&££@ endless  mirrors looking  kinda oily. an @££&†\~^¨¨
¨^~\†&££@# incredible power bound there... there's  #@££&†\~^¨
¨¨^~\†&££@ a wire fence  to separate the two roads. @££&†\~^¨¨
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¨^~\†&££@# the air, the path i follow  is  glowing. #@££&†\~^¨
¨¨^~\†&££@ a   yellow-green  moss  has  taken  hold @££&†\~^¨¨
¨^~\†&££@# where  the  machines   who   made  these #@££&†\~^¨
¨¨^~\†&££@ tracks once disturbed  the clover field. @££&†\~^¨¨
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¨¨^~\†&££@ we're  off  the season  when  the  birds @££&†\~^¨¨
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¨¨^~\†&££@      screeches, or calls for help.       @££&†\~^¨¨
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¨¨^~\†&££@ i  think   of   the  jackdaw   i  maimed @££&†\~^¨¨
¨^~\†&££@#   yesterday. i fear the dreaming gate.   #@££&†\~^¨
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