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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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