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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. #@#¤§%†~:,
,:~†%§¤#@#                                          #@#¤§%†~:,
,:~†%§¤#@# 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. #@#¤§%†~:,
,:~†%§¤###                                          ###¤§%†~:,
,:~†%§¤¤#@ We'Re  Off The  Season  When  The  Birds @#¤¤§%†~:,
,,,:~†††%¤ Sing  Beautifully.  These Days It'S Just ¤%†††~:,,,
,,,,~~†§##      Screeches, Or Calls For Help.       ##§†~~,,,,
,:~†%%§§¤#                                          #¤§§%%†~:,
,:~†%§¤#@# I  Think   Of   The  Jackdaw   I  Maimed #@#¤§%†~:,
,:~~~†%%¤@   Yesterday. I Fear The Dreaming gate.   @¤%%†~~~:,
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