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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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