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##@££=*-~¨ 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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