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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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