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here, in this place, away from it all, these are the times that try men's souls, times to jump, to search, to find, to reach out, grow wings, a wingspan the condors would be jealous of, a new method to the madness, the crazyness, the contiued existance of life on this planet, the arrival of covering, not the little bear's bed, but no trap
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