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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. £@*\-,,,,,
,,,,-\*@£# #£@*\-,,,,
,,,-\*@£#@ 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. £@*\-,,,,,
,,,,-\*@£# #£@*\-,,,,
,,,-\*@£#@ 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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