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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. #@¶¤§§;«-,
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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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