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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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