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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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