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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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