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#@#¤*†/=-, The Shortwave Radio, And Transmit A Bit ,-=/†*¤#@#
#@#¤*†/=-, Myself, Songs And Poetry, And Found ,-=/†*¤#@#
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##¤†/--,,, Of Their Lives, Play The Guitar For Me, ,,,--/†¤##
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