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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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