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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. @#$%†=-¨¨¨
¨¨-=†%$#@#                                          #@#$%†=-¨¨
¨-=†%$#@## We'Re Off  The  Season  When  The  Birds ##@#$%†=-¨
¨¨-=†%$#@# Sing  Beautifully.  These Days It'S Just #@#$%†=-¨¨
¨¨¨-=†%$#@       Screeches, Or Calls For Help.      @#$%†=-¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨-=†%$#                                          #$%†=-¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨-=†%$ I  Think  Of  The   Jackdaw   I   Maimed $%†=-¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨-=†%   Yesterday. I Fear The Dreaming gate.   %†=-¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨-=†                                          †=-¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
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¨¨¨¨¨¨¨-=†                                          †=-¨¨¨¨¨¨¨