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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. @¨@@@@¨@¨¨
¨@@¨@@@¨¨@                                          ¨@@¨¨¨@@@¨
¨@¨@@¨¨@¨@ 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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