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,,-»;^£&@# Incredible Power Bound There... There'S #@&£^;»-,,
,,,-»;^£&@ A Wire Fence To Separate The Two Roads. @&£^;»-,,,
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,,,,,,-»;^ The Air, The Path I Follow Is Glowing. ^;»-,,,,,,
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,,,,,,,,,- Tracks Once Disturbed The Clover Field. -,,,,,,,,,
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,,,,,,,,,, Sing Beautifully. These Days It'S Just ,,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,, Screeches, Or Calls For Help. ,,,,,,,,,,
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,,,,,,,,-» Yesterday. I Fear The Dreaming gate. »-,,,,,,,,
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