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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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