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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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