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.~~:*§¤#@# #@#¤§*:~~.
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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. ##@¤§*:~~.
.~~:*§¤#@# #@#¤§*:~~.
.~~:*§¤#@# 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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.~~:*§¤#@# #@#¤§*:~~.
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