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&¨¨&¨&&¨¨¨ 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 &&¨¨¨¨¨&&&
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&&¨¨&¨&&¨¨ 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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