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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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.@@..@...@ 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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