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########,, I Follow The Tire Tracks  West.  They Go ##,,##,,,,
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#,,##,,###  Incredible Power Bound There... There'S #####,,###
,,,,,,,,## A Wire Fence To Separate The Two  Roads. ####,,,,##
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########,, I   Think  Of   The  Jackdaw   I  Maimed ##,,,,##,,
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