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,:~:†##### 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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,:~:†¤#### 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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