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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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####$*:~:¨ THE AIR, THE PATH I FOLLOW IS GLOWING. ¨:~:*$####
####$*:~:¨ A YELLOW-GREEN MOSS HAS TAKEN HOLD ¨:~:*$####
####$*:~:¨ WHERE THE MACHINES WHO MADE THESE ¨:~:*$####
####$*:~:¨ TRACKS ONCE DISTURBED THE CLOVER FIELD. ¨:~:*$####
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####$*:~:¨ WE'RE OFF THE SEASON WHEN THE BIRDS ¨:~:*$####
####$*:~:¨ SING BEAUTIFULLY. THESE DAYS IT'S JUST ¨:~:*$####
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####$*:~:¨ YESTERDAY. I FEAR THE DREAMING GATE. ¨:~:*$####
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