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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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