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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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