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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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