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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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