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..:~:^*£@# ENDLESS MIRRORS LOOKING  KINDA  OILY. AN #@£*^:~:..
...:~:^*£@  INCREDIBLE POWER BOUND THERE... THERE'S @£*^:~:...
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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 £*^:~:....
.....:~:^* SING BEAUTIFULLY. THESE DAYS  IT'S  JUST *^:~:.....
....:~:^*£      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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