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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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