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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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