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¨,~^†§@### A  Yellow-Green  Moss  Has  Taken   Hold ###@§†^~,¨
¨,~^†§@### Where   The  Machines  Who   Made  These ###@§†^~,¨
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¨,~^†§@###      Screeches, Or Calls For Help.       ###@§†^~,¨
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¨,~^†§@###   Yesterday. I Fear The Dreaming gate.   ###@§†^~,¨
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