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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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