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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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