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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. @**=,,,,,,
,,,,=$$$#@ @#$$$=,,,,
,~~~~**#@@ I THINK OF THE JACKDAW I MAIMED @@#**~~~~,
,,,,~~=**@ YESTERDAY. I FEAR THE DREAMING GATE. @**=~~,,,,
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