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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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