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.....:~*§£ 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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