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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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