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¨¨¨¨¨¨~;@§ 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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¨¨¨¨¨¨~;@@ THE AIR, THE PATH I FOLLOW IS GLOWING. @@;~¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨~~;†@@### A YELLOW-GREEN MOSS HAS TAKEN HOLD ###@@†;~~¨
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¨¨¨¨¨~~;@@ 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 §@††††;~~¨
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¨~~;†@§@## I THINK OF THE JACKDAW I MAIMED ##@§@†;~~¨
¨~~;†@@§§# YESTERDAY. I FEAR THE DREAMING GATE. #§§@@†;~~¨
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