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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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