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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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