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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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