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¨¨^~/†$@£# parallel  with  the  railroad,  with its #£@$†/~^¨¨
¨¨¨^~/†$@£ endless mirrors  looking  kinda oily. an £@$†/~^¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨^~/†$@ incredible power bound there... there's  @$†/~^¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨^~/†$ 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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