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##¶&*%=~.¨ I  Follow The Tire  Tracks West. They Go ¨.~=%*&¶##
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##¶&*%=~.¨ 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 ¨.~==%%*&¶
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