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¨^«;;;††&£ 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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¨^«;;††&£@ 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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