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#..#.#.#.. Other  Day,  Springs  And   Streams  And ..#.#.#.#.
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#..#.#.#.. Mirrors,  Prisms, And Various  Things To ..#.#.#.#.
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#..#.#.#.. Differet Foods, All  Of Them Intriguing, ..#.#.#.#.
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#..#.#.#.. And  Tell  Tales  Of  The Old  World.  I ..#.#.#.#.
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#.##.#.#.# "Save" Things.  Whatever  I Put In  Here .##.#.#.#.
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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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