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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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