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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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