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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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