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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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..~\†¤#@## 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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