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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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