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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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##¶§@*~:.. 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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.......... Yesterday. I Fear The Dreaming gate. ..........
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