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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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¨:»^**@@## EVEN THOUGH THERE'S A FOGGY QUALITY TO ##@@**^»:¨
¨:»^**@@## THE AIR, THE PATH I FOLLOW IS GLOWING. ##@@**^»:¨
¨:»^**@@## 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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