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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 #¤*-,,,,,,
,~-†*$¤#@# A WIRE FENCE TO SEPARATE THE TWO ROADS. #@#¤$*†-~,
,~-†*$¤#@# #@#¤$*†-~,
,~-†*$¤#@@ EVEN THOUGH THERE'S A FOGGY QUALITY TO @@#¤$*†-~,
,,,,~~†*$¤ THE AIR, THE PATH I FOLLOW IS GLOWING. ¤$*†~~,,,,
,~-†*$¤### A YELLOW-GREEN MOSS HAS TAKEN HOLD ###¤$*†-~,
,,,~~~~†*¤ WHERE THE MACHINES WHO MADE THESE ¤*†~~~~,,,
,~-†*$¤#@# TRACKS ONCE DISTURBED THE CLOVER FIELD. #@#¤$*†-~,
,,,,~-*$$# #$$*-~,,,,
,,,~--***¤ WE'RE OFF THE SEASON WHEN THE BIRDS ¤***--~,,,
,~-†*$¤#@# SING BEAUTIFULLY. THESE DAYS IT'S JUST #@#¤$*†-~,
,~-†*$¤@## SCREECHES, OR CALLS FOR HELP. ##@¤$*†-~,
,~-†*$¤### ###¤$*†-~,
,~-†*$¤¤¤@ I THINK OF THE JACKDAW I MAIMED @¤¤¤$*†-~,
,~-†*$¤¤¤# YESTERDAY. I FEAR THE DREAMING GATE. #¤¤¤$*†-~,
,~-†*$¤#@# #@#¤$*†-~,
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