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##@#§%†=-¨ I Follow  The Tire Tracks West. They  Go ¨-=†%§#@##
§===---¨¨¨ Parallel  With  The  Railroad, With  Its ¨¨¨---===§
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##@#§%†=-¨ Incredible Power Bound There... There'S  ¨-=†%§#@##
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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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#@#§%=†=-¨ Sing Beautifully. These  Days  It'S Just ¨-=†=%§#@#
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#@#§%=†=-¨ I  Think   Of   The   Jackdaw  I  Maimed ¨-=†=%§#@#
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