Fifteen Mnemonic Devices

Deep in the middle of the long dark night

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She has crazy dreams

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When morning comes

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Her Visions Remain Vivid

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Soon The Day Begins

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The sun is out, the sky is clear, there are no clouds

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She Takes A Walk In The Forrest Near Her House

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The House Is Two Centuries Old

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The Forrest has Many Paths

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There Is A Rustling Sound In The Leaves Overhead

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The Wind Is Moving The Branches

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Clouds Begin To Gather

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The Wind Bends The Branches And Raindrops Fall

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The Air Grows Cold And The Rain Falls Steadily

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She Walks In The Rain, Her Hands In Her Pockets

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