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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 /~........
.........~ 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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