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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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