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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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