#@@*†\».¨¨ ¨¨.»\†*@@#
##@@*†\».¨ ¨.»\†*@@##
#@@*†\».¨¨ ¨¨.»\†*@@#
@@*†\».¨¨¨ ¨¨¨.»\†*@@
@*†\».¨¨¨¨ ¨¨¨¨.»\†*@
*†\».¨¨¨¨¨ 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. ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨.
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ 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. ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨.
».¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨.»
\».¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ We'Re Off The Season When The Birds ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨.»\
†\».¨¨¨¨¨¨ Sing Beautifully. These Days It'S Just ¨¨¨¨¨¨.»\†
*†\».¨¨¨¨¨ Screeches, Or Calls For Help. ¨¨¨¨¨.»\†*
@*†\».¨¨¨¨ ¨¨¨¨.»\†*@
@@*†\».¨¨¨ I Think Of The Jackdaw I Maimed ¨¨¨.»\†*@@
#@@*†\».¨¨ Yesterday. I Fear The Dreaming gate. ¨¨.»\†*@@#
##@@*†\».¨ ¨.»\†*@@##
#@@*†\».¨¨ ¨¨.»\†*@@#
@@*†\».¨¨¨ ¨¨¨.»\†*@@
@*†\».¨¨¨¨ ¨¨¨¨.»\†*@
*†\».¨¨¨¨¨ ¨¨¨¨¨.»\†*