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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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