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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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