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,,¤,¤,¤,¤, I Follow The Tire Tracks West. They Go ¤,¤,¤,,¤,¤
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,,¤,¤,¤,¤, Endless Mirrors Looking Kinda Oily. An ¤,¤,¤,,¤,¤
,¤¤,¤,¤,¤, Incredible Power Bound There... There'S ¤,¤,¤,¤¤,¤
,,¤,¤,¤,¤, A Wire Fence To Separate The Two Roads. ¤,¤,¤,,¤,¤
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,¤¤,¤,¤,¤, 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 ¤,¤,¤,,¤,¤
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,,¤,¤,¤,¤, 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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