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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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