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¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ † And Sixty Micrograms Of Selatenine   † ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
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†.¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨           They Are Exultations.          ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨.†
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¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨    Of Life. But Then, The Evening Sun    ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
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¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨   Pool Of Primordial Water, A Shivering  ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨       Fourlegger Opens Their Eyes.       ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
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