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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. ¤*%*-.....
....-*%*¤# #¤*%*-....
...-*%*¤## 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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