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¨¨¨¨-^§§£# myself, songs and poetry, and found #£§§^-¨¨¨¨
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¨:-^§$££¶# of their lives, play the guitar for me, #¶££$§^-:¨
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¨:-^§$£¶## the cottage tries to communicate. here, ##¶£$§^-:¨
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