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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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