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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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