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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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