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¨¨@@@@¨¨@@ 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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