,@,,,@,,,@ ,,@@,,,@,@
,,@,,,@,,, @,@@@,,,,,
,,,@,,,@,, @,@,@@,,,,
,,,,@,,,@, @,,,@@@,,,
,,,,,@,,,@ @@,,@,@@,,
,,,,,,@,,, 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. @,,@,,@,,,
,,,@,,,@,@ ,@,,@,,@,,
,,,,@,,,,@ ,,@,,@,,@,
,,,,,@,,,@ ,,,@,,@,,@
@,,,,,@,,, ,,,,@,,@,,
,@,,,,,@,, @,,,,@,,@,