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,,,,-~/$§& I Follow The Tire  Tracks  West. They Go &§$/~-,,,,
,,,-~/$§&@ Parallel With  The  Railroad,  With  Its @&§$/~-,,,
,,-~/$§&@# Endless  Mirrors Looking  Kinda Oily. An #@&§$/~-,,
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,,-~/$§&@# A  Wire Fence To Separate The Two Roads. #@&§$/~-,,
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,,,,-~/$§& Even Though  There'S A Foggy Quality  To &§$/~-,,,,
,,,,,-~/$§ The Air, The  Path  I Follow Is Glowing. §$/~-,,,,,
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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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