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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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