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,-=†$@#@@# I FOLLOW THE TIRE TRACKS WEST. THEY GO #@@#@$†=-,
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,-=†$@#@@@ ENDLESS MIRRORS LOOKING KINDA OILY. AN @@@#@$†=-,
,-=†$@#### INCREDIBLE POWER BOUND THERE... THERE'S ####@$†=-,
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-=†$@#@@## THE AIR, THE PATH I FOLLOW IS GLOWING. ##@@#@$†=-
,-==†††$## A YELLOW-GREEN MOSS HAS TAKEN HOLD ##$†††==-,
,-=†$@#@@# WHERE THE MACHINES WHO MADE THESE #@@#@$†=-,
,-=†$#@@## TRACKS ONCE DISTURBED THE CLOVER FIELD. ##@@#$†=-,
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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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