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mqc69: Dream your way to the stars in the sky
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mqc69: Low orbit
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mqc69: Set the controls for the heart of the Sun
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mqc69: Missing link
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mqc69: Jammed
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mqc69: After the rain
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mqc69: Unreal city
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mqc69: Looking for a new world
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mqc69: Chained tones. 1909.
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mqc69: Then the voice of the Harvester changed and dropped to tones of gravest import.
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mqc69: When a horse quits work there's life yet - when a tractor's turned off it is cold dead.
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mqc69: Swear to me that you will make me an iron plough, such that the smallest foal may be able to draw it without being tired
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mqc69: Imprisoned love
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mqc69: A melancholic shade of green
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mqc69: Thinking hat
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mqc69: Let There Be More Light
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mqc69: Monads
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mqc69: Coldness
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mqc69: Minimalist storm
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mqc69: I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring.
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mqc69: Paralysed force, gesture without motion
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mqc69: Exploring a forest of gold
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mqc69: Fences
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mqc69: Three of a kind
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mqc69: Night life
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mqc69: Heat exchange
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mqc69: Black on green
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mqc69: Menhirs
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mqc69: Please, get me back on my feet again...
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mqc69: Y