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.:-^=¤§¶@@ 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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..:::^¤¤¶@ 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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