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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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##@#§*^:,. The Air,  The Path I  Follow Is Glowing. .,:^*§#@##
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#@#§*^:~,. Tracks  Once Disturbed The Clover Field. .,~:^*§#@#
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@§^:~~,,,.      Screeches, Or Calls For Help.       .,,,~~:^§@
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