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¤¤¤¤,,,¤¤, incredible power bound there... there's ¤,¤¤,,,¤¤,
,,,¤,,¤,¤¤ 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 ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤,¤,
,¤,,,¤,¤¤, where the machines who made these ,,,,,,¤¤¤,
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¤¤¤¤,¤,,,¤ we're off the season when the birds ,,,¤,¤¤,,¤
,,,¤¤¤,,¤, sing beautifully. these days it's just ,,¤¤¤,¤,¤,
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