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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. @@@#&$\~.,
,.~\$&#@@@ @@@#&$\~.,
,.~\$&#@@# 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. @&&&&$\~.,
,,,,,.~\&@ @&\~.,,,,,
,,,,,,~$&@ We'Re Off The Season When The Birds @&$~,,,,,,
,.~\$&#@@# Sing Beautifully. These Days It'S Just #@@#&$\~.,
,.~\&#@@## Screeches, Or Calls For Help. ##@@#&\~.,
,,,,~\$$#@ @#$$\~,,,,
,.~\$&#@@@ I Think Of The Jackdaw I Maimed @@@#&$\~.,
,,.~~$$##@ Yesterday. I Fear The Dreaming gate. @##$$~~.,,
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