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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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