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¨¨¨¨§§¨¨¨§ ENDLESS MIRRORS LOOKING KINDA OILY. AN ¨§¨§§§§¨§§
¨¨¨§¨§¨¨§§ INCREDIBLE POWER BOUND THERE... THERE'S §§§¨¨¨§§¨§
¨¨§§§§¨§¨§ A WIRE FENCE TO SEPARATE THE TWO ROADS. ¨¨§¨¨§¨§§§
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¨§¨§§§¨§¨§ WE'RE OFF THE SEASON WHEN THE BIRDS §§§¨§¨§¨§¨
§§§¨¨§§§§§ SING BEAUTIFULLY. THESE DAYS IT'S JUST ¨¨§§§§§§§¨
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§¨¨§§¨¨§§¨ YESTERDAY. I FEAR THE DREAMING GATE. §§¨¨¨§¨¨¨¨
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