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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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