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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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