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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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