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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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