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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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¨¨§§¨¨¨§§§ 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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