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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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