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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. @§£%;-^...
..^-;%£§@#                                          #@§£%;-^..
.^-;%£§@## 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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