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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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