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##,,##,,## i  follow the tire tracks west.  they go ###,,##,,,
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########## endless mirrors looking  kinda  oily. an #,,####,,,
,#########  incredible power bound there... there's ,,,,##,,#,
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,,,,,,,,## a  yellow-green   moss  has  taken  hold ,,,##,,#,,
#######,,, where  the   machines  who   made  these ##,,,,,,,#
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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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