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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 ##@¤@†:=:¨
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¨:=:†@¤@@@ THE AIR, THE PATH I FOLLOW IS GLOWING. @@@¤@†:=:¨
¨:=:†@¤@## A YELLOW-GREEN MOSS HAS TAKEN HOLD ##@¤@†:=:¨
¨:=:†@¤@## WHERE THE MACHINES WHO MADE THESE ##@¤@†:=:¨
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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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