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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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