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@@,@,@,@@, Song Or Movie Or Book, So I Think, How ,@,@@@,,@,
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,@@,,,,,@@ Purpose Of This Process, What Does It ,@,,@,@@@,
,@,@,,,,@, Consist Of...? And Through The Process @@@,@@@,,@
@@@@@,,,@@ More And More Pieces Falls Off Until ,,,@@,,@,@
,,,,,@,,@, I'M Standing There With Nothing. @,,@,@,@@@
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@@@,@,,@@@ They Cease To Be Things At All ,@@,@,@@@,
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@@@@@,@,,@ Nothing I Can Do With Triangles. They ,@@,@,,@@@
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