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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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