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##¶££;«,¨¨ 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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