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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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