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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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