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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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¨¨¨.»/%$&¶ Sing  Beautifully.  These Days It'S Just ¶&$%/».¨¨¨
¨¨.»/%$&¶#      Screeches, Or Calls For Help.       #¶&$%/».¨¨
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¨¨.»/%$&¶# I   Think   Of  The  Jackdaw  I   Maimed #¶&$%/».¨¨
¨¨¨.»/%$&¶   Yesterday. I Fear The Dreaming gate.   ¶&$%/».¨¨¨
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