,,,~/$*¤##                                          ##¤*$/~,,,
,,,,~/$*¤#                                          #¤*$/~,,,,
,,,,,~/$*¤                                          ¤*$/~,,,,,
,,,,,,~/$*                                          *$/~,,,,,,
,,,,,~/$*¤                                          ¤*$/~,,,,,
,,,,~/$*¤# I FOLLOW THE TIRE  TRACKS WEST.  THEY GO #¤*$/~,,,,
,,,~/$*¤## PARALLEL  WITH  THE RAILROAD,  WITH  ITS ##¤*$/~,,,
,,~/$*¤### ENDLESS MIRRORS  LOOKING KINDA OILY.  AN ###¤*$/~,,
,,,~/$*¤##  INCREDIBLE POWER BOUND THERE... THERE'S ##¤*$/~,,,
,,,,~/$*¤# A WIRE FENCE TO SEPARATE THE TWO  ROADS. #¤*$/~,,,,
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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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,,,~/$*¤##                                          ##¤*$/~,,,
,,,,~/$*¤#                                          #¤*$/~,,,,
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,,,,,,~/$*                                          *$/~,,,,,,