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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. ,,,,,,,~-†
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~,,,,,,,,, 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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