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¤¤..¤.¤.¤¤ I Follow The Tire Tracks West. They Go .¤¤...¤¤¤¤
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¤¤¤....¤¤¤ 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 ¤....¤.¤.¤
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..¤.¤¤¤.¤¤ Screeches, Or Calls For Help. ¤..¤.....¤
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