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&&&,,,,,,, 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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&&,,,&&,,, Screeches, Or Calls For Help. &,,,,&&&,,
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