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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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