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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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