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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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