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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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