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| It's fuzzy, like in a dream...there was this city entirely surrounded by walls... | 
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| ...and we lived in a convent (even though we are guys)... | 
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| ...only it was bright and colorful inside... | 
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| ...and there were doorways that were both beautiful and terrifying... | 
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| ...and there was something about a guy named "Jacob"... | 
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| ...and something else about a guy named "Guy"... | 
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| ...and there were bugs and cabbages and mice and they all tasted like sugar... | 
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| ...and people would smile at you and give you chocolate... | 
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| ...and there was this long, narrow passage-way, but we were so bizarrely tiny that we couldn't see what it was called... | 
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| (Oh.) | 
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| ...and there were crumbling towers everywhere... | 
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| ...and walls that seemed to lean in on you, like they were going to fall... | 
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| ...and half-timbered buildings, like it was 1600 or something... | 
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| ...and delightfully refreshing Lemon Shandy! | 

 
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