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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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