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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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