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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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