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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 ,:~^*@#@@@
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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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@@@^^:,,,, Yesterday. I Fear The Dreaming gate. ,,,,:^^@@@
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