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....^»†$¤& A Wire Fence To Separate The Two Roads. &¤$†»^....
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..^»†$¤&@# A Yellow-Green Moss Has Taken Hold #@&¤$†»^..
...^»†$¤&@ Where The Machines Who Made These @&¤$†»^...
....^»†$¤& Tracks Once Disturbed The Clover Field. &¤$†»^....
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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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