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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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