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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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