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,.»:†¤££@# incredible power bound there... there's #@££¤†:».,
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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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,.»:†¤£@## i think of the jackdaw i maimed ##@£¤†:».,
,.»:†¤££@# yesterday. i fear the dreaming gate. #@££¤†:».,
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