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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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