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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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