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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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