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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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