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,^~^†£&@## TRACKS ONCE  DISTURBED THE CLOVER FIELD. ##@&£†^~^,
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,^~~^^££&@ WE'RE  OFF  THE SEASON  WHEN  THE  BIRDS @&££^^~~^,
,^~^†£&@## SING BEAUTIFULLY.  THESE DAYS IT'S  JUST ##@&£†^~^,
,,,,^^~†&@       SCREECHES, OR CALLS FOR HELP.      @&†~^^,,,,
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