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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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