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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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