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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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