.~»:$*&#@#                                          #@#&*$:»~.
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.~»:$$$*&&                                          &&*$$$:»~.
.....~~:*&                                          &*:~~.....
.~»»»»$$&@ I Follow The Tire Tracks  West. They  Go @&$$»»»»~.
.~»:$***&# Parallel With  The  Railroad,  With  Its #&***$:»~.
.~»:$*&### Endless Mirrors  Looking  Kinda Oily. An ###&*$:»~.
......»»$& Incredible Power Bound There... There'S  &$»»......
.~»:$*&#@# A  Wire Fence To Separate The Two Roads. #@#&*$:»~.
.~»:$*&#@#                                          #@#&*$:»~.
.~»:$*&#@# Even Though There'S  A Foggy  Quality To #@#&*$:»~.
.~~~»»»:$& The  Air, The Path I  Follow Is Glowing. &$:»»»~~~.
.~»:$*&#@# A  Yellow-Green  Moss  Has   Taken  Hold #@#&*$:»~.
.~»:$*&### Where   The  Machines  Who  Made   These ###&*$:»~.
.~»:$*&### Tracks Once Disturbed The  Clover Field. ###&*$:»~.
.....~:$&@                                          @&$:~.....
....~»$&## We'Re  Off  The  Season  When  The Birds ##&$»~....
.~»:$*&#@# Sing  Beautifully.  These Days It'S Just #@#&*$:»~.
.....~:$&&      Screeches, Or Calls For Help.       &&$:~.....
...~:::*&@                                          @&*:::~...
.~»:$*&#@@ I  Think  Of   The  Jackdaw   I   Maimed @@#&*$:»~.
.~»:$*&#@#   Yesterday. I Fear The Dreaming gate.   #@#&*$:»~.
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