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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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