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#@@@*^†~,, 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 ,,,~†^*@@@
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