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¨¨:»:$&¤@@ PARALLEL WITH THE RAILROAD, WITH ITS @@¤&$:»:¨¨
¨:»:$&¤@@# ENDLESS MIRRORS LOOKING KINDA OILY. AN #@@¤&$:»:¨
¨¨:»:$&¤@@ INCREDIBLE POWER BOUND THERE... THERE'S @@¤&$:»:¨¨
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¨¨:»:$&¤@@ THE AIR, THE PATH I FOLLOW IS GLOWING. @@¤&$:»:¨¨
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¨¨:»:$&¤@@ SING BEAUTIFULLY. THESE DAYS IT'S JUST @@¤&$:»:¨¨
¨:»:$&¤@@# SCREECHES, OR CALLS FOR HELP. #@@¤&$:»:¨
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