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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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