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##£§%*:~,. it doesn't rise unless i've had my .,~:*%§£##
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#@£§%*:~,. mirrors, prisms, and various things to .,~:*%§£@#
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#@£§%*:~,. differet foods, all of them intriguing, .,~:*%§£@#
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##@£§%*:,. i have friends - there's a cat, and a .,:*%§£@##
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##£§%*:~,. wants to be the big spoon). i listen to .,~:*%§£##
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##£§%*:~,. myself, songs and poetry, and found .,~:*%§£##
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#@£§%*:~,. of their lives, play the guitar for me, .,~:*%§£@#
#@£§%*:~,. and tell tales of the old world. i .,~:*%§£@#
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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 .,~:*%§£##
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##£§%*:~,. 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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