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§¨§§§¨§¨§¨ A WIRE FENCE TO SEPARATE THE TWO ROADS. §§¨¨§¨§§¨¨
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¨§§§¨¨¨§¨¨ A YELLOW-GREEN MOSS HAS TAKEN HOLD §¨§§¨§§§§¨
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§§§¨§§¨§¨§ 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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§§§§§¨¨¨§§ YESTERDAY. I FEAR THE DREAMING GATE. ¨¨¨¨§¨§¨§¨
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