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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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