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,&&&&,,&&& Endless Mirrors Looking Kinda Oily. An ,,,&&&,,,,
,,&&,,,,&& Incredible Power Bound There... There'S &&,,&,,&&&
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,,,,,,,,,, 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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&&&&&&&,,, We'Re Off The Season When The Birds ,,,,,,,,,,
,&&&&&,,&& Sing Beautifully. These Days It'S Just &&&&&&&&&,
,,&&&,,,,& Screeches, Or Calls For Help. &&&&&&&&,,
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&&&&&&&&&& Yesterday. I Fear The Dreaming gate. &&&&&,,&&&
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