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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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