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@#§$*†~-,, Not Actually A Palace. A Cottage In The ,,-~†*$§#@
#§$*†~-,,, Woods (Temperate Climate, Rains Every ,,,-~†*$§#
§$*†~-,,,, Other Day, Springs And Streams And ,,,,-~†*$§
$*†~-,,,,, Mysterious Iron And Stone Artifacts, ,,,,,-~†*$
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*†~-,,,,,, Dark, And The Stars Are Out, But The ,,,,,,-~†*
$*†~-,,,,, Sun Is About To Rise. Its A Long Day, ,,,,,-~†*$
§$*†~-,,,, Before It Fades To Night Again, And ,,,,-~†*$§
#§$*†~-,,, Then It Stays So Until I Fall Asleep. ,,,-~†*$§#
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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 ,,,,,,,,,-
~-,,,,,,,, Differet Foods, All Of Them Intriguing, ,,,,,,,,-~
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@#§$*†~-,, The Shortwave Radio, And Transmit A Bit ,,-~†*$§#@
#§$*†~-,,, Myself, Songs And Poetry, And Found ,,,-~†*$§#
§$*†~-,,,, Sounds From The Forest. The Others Tell ,,,,-~†*$§
$*†~-,,,,, Of Their Lives, Play The Guitar For Me, ,,,,,-~†*$
*†~-,,,,,, And Tell Tales Of The Old World. I ,,,,,,-~†*
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*†~-,,,,,, Meter Area On The Floor Where I Can ,,,,,,-~†*
$*†~-,,,,, "Save" Things. Whatever I Put In Here ,,,,,-~†*$
§$*†~-,,,, Will Not Be Affected By The Nightly ,,,,-~†*$§
#§$*†~-,,, Reset. Everything Else, However, Is ,,,-~†*$§#
@#§$*†~-,, Completely Reset Overnight: Synth ,,-~†*$§#@
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@#§$*†~-,, Healed, And Wherever And Whenever I'D ,,-~†*$§#@
#§$*†~-,,, Fall Asleep I'D Always Wake Up Fully ,,,-~†*$§#
§$*†~-,,,, Rested In My Bed. Sometimes There'S ,,,,-~†*$§
$*†~-,,,,, Accidents Where I Lose Stuff By ,,,,,-~†*$
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*†~-,,,,,, 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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