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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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