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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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