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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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