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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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