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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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