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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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