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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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