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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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