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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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