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«^........ I Follow  The Tire Tracks  West. They Go ........^«
^......... Parallel With  The  Railroad,  With  Its .........^
.......... Endless  Mirrors Looking Kinda Oily.  An ..........
.......... Incredible Power Bound There... There'S  ..........
.......... A Wire Fence To  Separate The Two Roads. ..........
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«^........ Even Though There'S  A Foggy  Quality To ........^«
=«^....... The Air, The  Path I  Follow Is Glowing. .......^«=
†=«^...... A  Yellow-Green   Moss  Has  Taken  Hold ......^«=†
§†=«^..... Where   The  Machines  Who  Made   These .....^«=†§
@§†=«^.... Tracks  Once Disturbed The Clover Field. ....^«=†§@
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#@@§†=«^.. We'Re  Off  The  Season  When  The Birds ..^«=†§@@#
##@@§†=«^. Sing  Beautifully. These Days It'S  Just .^«=†§@@##
#@@§†=«^..      Screeches, Or Calls For Help.       ..^«=†§@@#
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@§†=«^.... I   Think   Of  The  Jackdaw   I  Maimed ....^«=†§@
§†=«^.....   Yesterday. I Fear The Dreaming gate.   .....^«=†§
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