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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. ¶@@****«-,
,-«**%@¶@# #@¶@%**«-,
,-«**%@¶## 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. @@¶@%**«-,
,-«**%@¶@# #@¶@%**«-,
,,,,---*%¶ We'Re Off The Season When The Birds ¶%*---,,,,
,-«**%@@## Sing Beautifully. These Days It'S Just ##@@%**«-,
,,,,,«***@ Screeches, Or Calls For Help. @***«,,,,,
,-«**%@¶@# #@¶@%**«-,
,,,,,,,«*@ I Think Of The Jackdaw I Maimed @*«,,,,,,,
,-«**%@¶@@ Yesterday. I Fear The Dreaming gate. @@¶@%**«-,
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