,,,,,~/$%@                                          @%$/~,,,,,
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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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,,,,,,~/$% WE'RE  OFF  THE  SEASON WHEN  THE  BIRDS %$/~,,,,,,
,,,,,~/$%@ SING BEAUTIFULLY. THESE DAYS  IT'S  JUST @%$/~,,,,,
,,,,~/$%@¶      SCREECHES, OR CALLS FOR HELP.       ¶@%$/~,,,,
,,,~/$%@¶#                                          #¶@%$/~,,,
,,~/$%@¶## I  THINK   OF  THE  JACKDAW   I   MAIMED ##¶@%$/~,,
,,,~/$%@¶#   YESTERDAY. I FEAR THE DREAMING GATE.   #¶@%$/~,,,
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