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..^-***§¶# A WIRE FENCE TO SEPARATE THE TWO ROADS. #¶§***-^..
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..^-***§¶# A YELLOW-GREEN MOSS HAS TAKEN HOLD #¶§***-^..
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..^-***§¶# TRACKS ONCE DISTURBED THE CLOVER FIELD. #¶§***-^..
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..^-***§¶# I THINK OF THE JACKDAW I MAIMED #¶§***-^..
...^-***§¶ YESTERDAY. I FEAR THE DREAMING GATE. ¶§***-^...
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