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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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