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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. @@§@==::,,
,:~==@§@@# #@@§@==~:,
,,,:====@@ I THINK OF THE JACKDAW I MAIMED @@====:,,,
,:~==@§@@# YESTERDAY. I FEAR THE DREAMING GATE. #@@§@==~:,
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