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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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