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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. #@&††-~,,,
,,~-††&@## ##@&††-~,,
,~-††&@### I THINK OF THE JACKDAW I MAIMED ###@&††-~,
,,~-††&@## YESTERDAY. I FEAR THE DREAMING GATE. ##@&††-~,,
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