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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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