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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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