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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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