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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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,:~*=$#¶@# WE'RE OFF THE SEASON WHEN THE BIRDS #@¶#$=*~:,
,:~*=$#¶@# SING BEAUTIFULLY. THESE DAYS IT'S JUST #@¶#$=*~:,
,:~*=$¶@## SCREECHES, OR CALLS FOR HELP. ##@¶$=*~:,
,,,:~~*$#@ @#$*~~:,,,
,:~*=$#¶@# I THINK OF THE JACKDAW I MAIMED #@¶#$=*~:,
,,::~~~=#¶ YESTERDAY. I FEAR THE DREAMING GATE. ¶#=~~~::,,
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