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#@&§/~:,,, Crystal White  Plains... We Trudge Along ,,,:~/§&@#
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##@&§/~:,,     Bell-Like Sounds Of The Blinding     ,,:~/§&@##
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##@&§/~:,, Indiscriminately, They Hurt  But Deal No ,,:~/§&@##
#@&§/~:,,, Long  Time  Damage  To  The Shooter. The ,,,:~/§&@#
##@&§/~:,, Next Five  You Must  Spend  Wisely, They ,,:~/§&@##
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