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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 ,,,,,,,,,:
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%\«:,,,,,, I   THINK  OF   THE  JACKDAW   I  MAIMED ,,,,,,:«\%
*%\«:,,,,,   YESTERDAY. I FEAR THE DREAMING GATE.   ,,,,,:«\%*
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