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¤§$†=^,,,, PARALLEL WITH  THE  RAILROAD,  WITH  ITS ,,,,^=†$§¤
§$†=^,,,,, ENDLESS  MIRRORS  LOOKING KINDA OILY. AN ,,,,,^=†$§
$†=^,,,,,,  INCREDIBLE POWER BOUND THERE... THERE'S ,,,,,,^=†$
†=^,,,,,,, A WIRE FENCE TO SEPARATE THE TWO  ROADS. ,,,,,,,^=†
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,,,,,,,,,, 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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#£¤§$†=^,,   YESTERDAY. I FEAR THE DREAMING GATE.   ,,^=†$§¤£#
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