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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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