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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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