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##@&¤%\«,¨ THE AIR,  THE PATH  I FOLLOW IS GLOWING. ¨,«\%¤&@##
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&¤%\«,¨¨¨¨ TRACKS  ONCE DISTURBED THE CLOVER FIELD. ¨¨¨¨,«\%¤&
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\«,¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ SING BEAUTIFULLY. THESE  DAYS IT'S  JUST ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨,«\
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@&¤%\«,¨¨¨   YESTERDAY. I FEAR THE DREAMING GATE.   ¨¨¨,«\%¤&@
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