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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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