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@@@@¨¨¨¨¨@ TRACKS ONCE DISTURBED  THE CLOVER FIELD. @¨@¨@@¨¨¨@
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@¨¨¨@@¨¨¨@ WE'RE  OFF  THE  SEASON WHEN  THE  BIRDS ¨¨¨¨¨@@@¨@
¨@¨¨@¨@¨¨@ SING BEAUTIFULLY. THESE DAYS  IT'S  JUST ¨¨¨¨¨@¨¨@@
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