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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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