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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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