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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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