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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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