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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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