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##£#$%\-^¨ a wire  fence to separate the two roads. ¨^-\%$#£##
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##£#$%\-^¨ the  air, the path  i follow is glowing. ¨^-\%$#£##
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#£#$\-^^^¨ tracks once disturbed  the clover field. ¨^^^-\$#£#
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£££#$%\-^¨ 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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