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,,,\^$#¶@# I FOLLOW THE TIRE TRACKS WEST. THEY GO #@¶#$^\,,,
,,\^$#¶@## PARALLEL WITH THE RAILROAD, WITH ITS ##@¶#$^\,,
,,,\^$#¶@# ENDLESS MIRRORS LOOKING KINDA OILY. AN #@¶#$^\,,,
,,,,\^$#¶@ INCREDIBLE POWER BOUND THERE... THERE'S @¶#$^\,,,,
,,,,,\^$#¶ A WIRE FENCE TO SEPARATE THE TWO ROADS. ¶#$^\,,,,,
,,,,,,\^$# #$^\,,,,,,
,,,,,\^$#¶ EVEN THOUGH THERE'S A FOGGY QUALITY TO ¶#$^\,,,,,
,,,,\^$#¶@ THE AIR, THE PATH I FOLLOW IS GLOWING. @¶#$^\,,,,
,,,\^$#¶@# A YELLOW-GREEN MOSS HAS TAKEN HOLD #@¶#$^\,,,
,,\^$#¶@## WHERE THE MACHINES WHO MADE THESE ##@¶#$^\,,
,,,\^$#¶@# TRACKS ONCE DISTURBED THE CLOVER FIELD. #@¶#$^\,,,
,,,,\^$#¶@ @¶#$^\,,,,
,,,,,\^$#¶ WE'RE OFF THE SEASON WHEN THE BIRDS ¶#$^\,,,,,
,,,,,,\^$# SING BEAUTIFULLY. THESE DAYS IT'S JUST #$^\,,,,,,
,,,,,\^$#¶ SCREECHES, OR CALLS FOR HELP. ¶#$^\,,,,,
,,,,\^$#¶@ @¶#$^\,,,,
,,,\^$#¶@# I THINK OF THE JACKDAW I MAIMED #@¶#$^\,,,
,,\^$#¶@## YESTERDAY. I FEAR THE DREAMING GATE. ##@¶#$^\,,
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