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¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨:~ Where  The   Machines  Who   Made  These ~:¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨: Tracks Once  Disturbed The Clover Field. :¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
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¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨      Screeches, Or Calls For Help.       ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
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