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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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