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,£££,,,,,£ A Wire Fence To  Separate The Two Roads. ,,,,,,,,,,
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,,,£,££,,, The Air, The Path  I Follow  Is Glowing. ,£,,,,,,,,
,,,,,£££,, A  Yellow-Green  Moss  Has   Taken  Hold ,,£,,,,,,,
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,,,,,,,£££ Tracks Once Disturbed The  Clover Field. ,£,,£,,,,,
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,,,,,,,,,£ We'Re  Off  The Season  When  The  Birds ,,,£,,£,,,
,,,,,,,,,£ Sing Beautifully. These  Days  It'S Just ,,,,£,,£,,
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