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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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