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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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