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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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