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,,,,^~†^$§ A   Song  Is  Sound  Arranged  In  Time. §$^†~^,,,,
,,,^~†^$§¶ Sounds Come And  Go After A Set Pattern. ¶§$^†~^,,,
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,,,,^~†^$§ A Song  Is A  Tube Of  Weather. It Knows §$^†~^,,,,
,,,,,^~†^$ Where  You  Have Been. It Places  You On $^†~^,,,,,
,,,,,,^~†^                 Your Map.                ^†~^,,,,,,
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