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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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