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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. ¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@
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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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