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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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