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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. *~^,,,,,,,
,,,,,,^~*% %*~^,,,,,,
,,,,,^~*%# 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. ###¶#%*~^,
,,^~*%#¶## ##¶#%*~^,,
,,,^~*%#¶# 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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