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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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