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=~^¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ 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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