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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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