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¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@ Other Day, Springs And Streams And @¨@¨@¨@@¨@
¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@ Mysterious Iron And Stone Artifacts, @¨@¨@¨¨@¨@
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¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@ Dark, And The Stars Are Out, But The @¨@¨@¨@@¨@
¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@ Sun Is About To Rise. Its A Long Day, @¨@¨@¨¨@¨@
¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@ Before It Fades To Night Again, And @¨@¨@¨@@¨@
¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@ Then It Stays So Until I Fall Asleep. @¨@¨@¨¨@¨@
¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@ It Doesn'T Rise Unless I'Ve Had My @¨@¨@¨@@¨@
¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@ Dreams. @¨@¨@¨¨@¨@
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¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@ In This Cottage There'S A Lot Of Radio @¨@¨@¨¨@¨@
¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@ Equipment, Sound Stuff, Synths, Tape @¨@¨@¨@@¨@
¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@ Players. Pen And Paper, Books, Cameras, @¨@¨@¨¨@¨@
¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@ Mirrors, Prisms, And Various Things To @¨@¨@¨@@¨@
¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@ Do Art With. The Fridge Is Filled With @¨@¨@¨¨@¨@
¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@ Differet Foods, All Of Them Intriguing, @¨@¨@¨@@¨@
¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@ Slightly Weird. @¨@¨@¨¨@¨@
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¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@ I Have Friends - There'S A Cat, And A @¨@¨@¨¨@¨@
¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@ Dog (Who Is Ridicolously Large And @¨@¨@¨@@¨@
¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@ Wants To Be The Big Spoon). I Listen To @¨@¨@¨¨@¨@
¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@ The Shortwave Radio, And Transmit A Bit @¨@¨@¨@@¨@
¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@ Myself, Songs And Poetry, And Found @¨@¨@¨¨@¨@
¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@ Sounds From The Forest. The Others Tell @¨@¨@¨@@¨@
¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@ Of Their Lives, Play The Guitar For Me, @¨@¨@¨¨@¨@
¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@ And Tell Tales Of The Old World. I @¨@¨@¨@@¨@
¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@ Consider Them Friends As Well. @¨@¨@¨¨@¨@
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¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@ Meter Area On The Floor Where I Can @¨@¨@¨@@¨@
¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@ "Save" Things. Whatever I Put In Here @¨@¨@¨¨@¨@
¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@ Will Not Be Affected By The Nightly @¨@¨@¨@@¨@
¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@ Reset. Everything Else, However, Is @¨@¨@¨¨@¨@
¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@ Completely Reset Overnight: Synth @¨@¨@¨@@¨@
¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@ Patches Removed, Food Uneaten, Wounds @¨@¨@¨¨@¨@
¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@ Healed, And Wherever And Whenever I'D @¨@¨@¨@@¨@
¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@ Fall Asleep I'D Always Wake Up Fully @¨@¨@¨¨@¨@
¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@ Rested In My Bed. Sometimes There'S @¨@¨@¨@@¨@
¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@ Accidents Where I Lose Stuff By @¨@¨@¨¨@¨@
¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@ Forgetting To Put Them In The Square. @¨@¨@¨@@¨@
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¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@ At Night, I Have Demi-Lucid Dreams @¨@¨@¨@@¨@
¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@ Where The Spirits Of The Forest Around @¨@¨@¨¨@¨@
¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@ The Cottage Tries To Communicate. Here, @¨@¨@¨@@¨@
¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@ It'S Not Endless But Connected To A @¨@¨@¨¨@¨@
¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@ Large Sprawling City, Where My Radio @¨@¨@¨@@¨@
¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@ Friends Live. We Go Exploring Together @¨@¨@¨¨@¨@
¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@ - Things Are Deep And Dark - But Unlike @¨@¨@¨@@¨@
¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@ Me, They Never Remember During The Day. @¨@¨@¨¨@¨@
¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@ This Is A Mystery We Often Discuss. @¨@¨@¨@@¨@
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