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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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