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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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