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¨§¨¨§¨¨§¨¨ I FOLLOW  THE TIRE TRACKS  WEST. THEY GO §¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨§¨¨§¨¨§¨ PARALLEL WITH  THE  RAILROAD,  WITH  ITS §§¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
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