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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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