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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. #*::~~~,,,
,~-:^*#@## ##@#*^:-~,
,,,,,~-^#@ 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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