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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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