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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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