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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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