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¨¨¨¨..~%#@ Other Day, Springs And Streams And @#%~..¨¨¨¨
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¨.~/%%#@## It Doesn'T Rise Unless I'Ve Had My ##@#%%/~.¨
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¨.~/%%#@@# Equipment, Sound Stuff, Synths, Tape #@@#%%/~.¨
¨¨..../%#@ Players. Pen And Paper, Books, Cameras, @#%/....¨¨
¨.~/%%#@@# Mirrors, Prisms, And Various Things To #@@#%%/~.¨
¨¨¨¨~/%%%# Do Art With. The Fridge Is Filled With #%%%/~¨¨¨¨
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¨.~/%%%%## The Shortwave Radio, And Transmit A Bit ##%%%%/~.¨
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¨.~/%%#@@# Sounds From The Forest. The Others Tell #@@#%%/~.¨
¨.~/%#@@## Of Their Lives, Play The Guitar For Me, ##@@#%/~.¨
¨¨.~//%%@@ And Tell Tales Of The Old World. I @@%%//~.¨¨
¨¨..///%@@ Consider Them Friends As Well. @@%///..¨¨
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¨.~/%%#@@# "Save" Things. Whatever I Put In Here #@@#%%/~.¨
¨.~/%%#@@# Will Not Be Affected By The Nightly #@@#%%/~.¨
¨.~/%%#@@# Reset. Everything Else, However, Is #@@#%%/~.¨
¨.~/%%#@@# Completely Reset Overnight: Synth #@@#%%/~.¨
¨¨¨¨¨~~/%@ Patches Removed, Food Uneaten, Wounds @%/~~¨¨¨¨¨
¨.~/%%#@@@ Healed, And Wherever And Whenever I'D @@@#%%/~.¨
¨.~/%%#@@# Fall Asleep I'D Always Wake Up Fully #@@#%%/~.¨
¨.~/%%#@@@ Rested In My Bed. Sometimes There'S @@@#%%/~.¨
¨.~/%%#@@# Accidents Where I Lose Stuff By #@@#%%/~.¨
¨.~/%%##@@ Forgetting To Put Them In The Square. @@##%%/~.¨
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¨.~/%%#@## Where The Spirits Of The Forest Around ##@#%%/~.¨
¨¨¨¨¨./%@@ The Cottage Tries To Communicate. Here, @@%/.¨¨¨¨¨
¨.~/%%#@@# It'S Not Endless But Connected To A #@@#%%/~.¨
¨.~/%%%#@@ Large Sprawling City, Where My Radio @@#%%%/~.¨
¨¨¨¨¨~/%%# Friends Live. We Go Exploring Together #%%/~¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨..///%# - Things Are Deep And Dark - But Unlike #%///..¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨~//%%# Me, They Never Remember During The Day. #%%//~¨¨¨¨
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