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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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