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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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