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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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