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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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