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@@¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ I FOLLOW THE  TIRE  TRACKS WEST. THEY GO ¨@@@@@¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨@@@@@@@ PARALLEL  WITH THE  RAILROAD,  WITH  ITS ¨¨@@@¨¨@@¨
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¨¨¨¨¨@@@@@  INCREDIBLE POWER BOUND THERE... THERE'S @@¨¨¨@@@@¨
@@@@¨¨@@@¨ A  WIRE FENCE TO SEPARATE THE TWO ROADS. @¨¨@¨¨@@¨¨
¨@@¨¨¨¨@¨¨                                          ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨@@¨¨¨¨ 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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