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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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