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,:-:*%§¶## I FOLLOW THE TIRE TRACKS WEST. THEY GO ##¶§%*:-:,
,:-:*%§¶## PARALLEL WITH THE RAILROAD, WITH ITS ##¶§%*:-:,
,:-:*%§¶## ENDLESS MIRRORS LOOKING KINDA OILY. AN ##¶§%*:-:,
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,:-:*%§¶## WHERE THE MACHINES WHO MADE THESE ##¶§%*:-:,
,:-:*%§¶¶# TRACKS ONCE DISTURBED THE CLOVER FIELD. #¶¶§%*:-:,
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,:-:*%§§¶# I THINK OF THE JACKDAW I MAIMED #¶§§%*:-:,
,:-:*%§¶## YESTERDAY. I FEAR THE DREAMING GATE. ##¶§%*:-:,
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