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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 #¨###¨#¨##
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