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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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