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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.      $†~^,,,,,,
,,,,,^~†$*                                          *$†~^,,,,,
,,,,^~†$*¤ I  THINK   OF  THE  JACKDAW   I   MAIMED ¤*$†~^,,,,
,,,^~†$*¤¶   YESTERDAY. I FEAR THE DREAMING GATE.   ¶¤*$†~^,,,
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