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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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