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=*=,,,,,,, I Follow The Tire Tracks  West.  They Go ,,,,,,,=*=
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=,,,,,,,,, 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 ,,,,,,,=*=
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