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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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