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#@@§%%;-^, Not Actually A Palace. A Cottage In The ,^-;%%§@@#
@%%%-^,,,, Woods (Temperate Climate, Rains Every ,,,,^-%%%@
§%;;;--,,, Other Day, Springs And Streams And ,,,--;;;%§
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@%;^^,,,,, Dark, And The Stars Are Out, But The ,,,,,^^;%@
#@@§%%;-^, Sun Is About To Rise. Its A Long Day, ,^-;%%§@@#
@@%;-,,,,, Before It Fades To Night Again, And ,,,,,-;%@@
§§%%%;^,,, Then It Stays So Until I Fall Asleep. ,,,^;%%%§§
@@@§%%;-^, It Doesn'T Rise Unless I'Ve Had My ,^-;%%§@@@
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#@@§%%;-^, Players. Pen And Paper, Books, Cameras, ,^-;%%§@@#
##@@§%%-^, Mirrors, Prisms, And Various Things To ,^-%%§@@##
@§%%%%;-^, Do Art With. The Fridge Is Filled With ,^-;%%%%§@
@§%%;-,,,, Differet Foods, All Of Them Intriguing, ,,,,-;%%§@
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§%;-,,,,,, Wants To Be The Big Spoon). I Listen To ,,,,,,-;%§
@@@§%%;-^, The Shortwave Radio, And Transmit A Bit ,^-;%%§@@@
@§§%-^,,,, Myself, Songs And Poetry, And Found ,,,,^-%§§@
@§§§%%;-^, Sounds From The Forest. The Others Tell ,^-;%%§§§@
@@@§%%;-^, Of Their Lives, Play The Guitar For Me, ,^-;%%§@@@
@%%%%;-,,, And Tell Tales Of The Old World. I ,,,-;%%%%@
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@§§%;^^,,, Meter Area On The Floor Where I Can ,,,^^;%§§@
#@@§%%;-^, "Save" Things. Whatever I Put In Here ,^-;%%§@@#
§%;^,,,,,, Will Not Be Affected By The Nightly ,,,,,,^;%§
#@@§%%;-^, Reset. Everything Else, However, Is ,^-;%%§@@#
@§§§%%;-^, Completely Reset Overnight: Synth ,^-;%%§§§@
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@@@§%%;-^, Healed, And Wherever And Whenever I'D ,^-;%%§@@@
@@@§%%;-^, Fall Asleep I'D Always Wake Up Fully ,^-;%%§@@@
#@@§%%;-^, Rested In My Bed. Sometimes There'S ,^-;%%§@@#
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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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