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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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