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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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