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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. ##@£*§=,,,
,,,,=§*£@# #@£*§=,,,,
,,,,,=§*£@ 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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