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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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