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.....:~/†£ a   yellow-green  moss  has  taken  hold £†/~:.....
....:~/†£§ where  the   machines  who  made   these §£†/~:....
...:~/†£§£ tracks  once disturbed the clover field. £§£†/~:...
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..:~/†£§£# sing  beautifully. these days it's  just #£§£†/~:..
...:~/†£§£      screeches, or calls for help.       £§£†/~:...
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.....:~/†£ i  think  of   the   jackdaw   i  maimed £†/~:.....
....:~/†£§   yesterday. i fear the dreaming gate.   §£†/~:....
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