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#¶@%**»:,, I FOLLOW THE TIRE TRACKS WEST. THEY GO ,,:»**%@¶#
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#¶@%**»:,, 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 ,,:»**%@¶#
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