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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. @##£%:~,,,
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,,,~:%£##@ 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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