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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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,,,##,,#,, 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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