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,¤¤,,¤¤,,¤ Incredible Power Bound There... There'S ¤¤,¤,,¤,¤,
,¤,¤,¤,¤,¤ A Wire Fence To Separate The Two Roads. ,,¤¤¤,¤¤¤¤
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¤¤,,¤,,,,, Tracks Once Disturbed The Clover Field. ¤,¤¤,,¤,,¤
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¤,¤¤¤,¤,,, We'Re Off The Season When The Birds ,¤,¤¤¤¤,¤¤
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,¤,¤,¤,,¤, Screeches, Or Calls For Help. ,,,,¤,,¤,¤
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,,,,,,,¤,¤ Yesterday. I Fear The Dreaming gate. ,,,,¤¤¤,¤,
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