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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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