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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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