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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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