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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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