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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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