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,:»*^$@@## ##@@$^*»:,
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,:»*^$@@## ##@@$^*»:,
,:»*^$@### I FOLLOW THE TIRE TRACKS WEST. THEY GO ###@$^*»:,
,:»*^$$$@# PARALLEL WITH THE RAILROAD, WITH ITS #@$$$^*»:,
,,,,,:»^$@ ENDLESS MIRRORS LOOKING KINDA OILY. AN @$^»:,,,,,
,,,,,»^$$@ INCREDIBLE POWER BOUND THERE... THERE'S @$$^»,,,,,
,:»*^$@@@@ A WIRE FENCE TO SEPARATE THE TWO ROADS. @@@@$^*»:,
,,,,,»*^@# #@^*»,,,,,
,:»*^$@@## EVEN THOUGH THERE'S A FOGGY QUALITY TO ##@@$^*»:,
,,,,:**^@@ 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 @^^*:,,,,,
,:»*^$@@## SING BEAUTIFULLY. THESE DAYS IT'S JUST ##@@$^*»:,
,,,,»*$$@@ SCREECHES, OR CALLS FOR HELP. @@$$*»,,,,
,:»*^$@@## ##@@$^*»:,
,::::»*$@@ I THINK OF THE JACKDAW I MAIMED @@$*»::::,
,:»*^$@@## YESTERDAY. I FEAR THE DREAMING GATE. ##@@$^*»:,
,:»*^$@@## ##@@$^*»:,
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