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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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