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¨¨.~;=*### I FOLLOW THE TIRE TRACKS WEST. THEY GO ###*=;~.¨¨
¨¨¨.~;=*## PARALLEL WITH THE RAILROAD, WITH ITS ##*=;~.¨¨¨
¨¨.~;=*### ENDLESS MIRRORS LOOKING KINDA OILY. AN ###*=;~.¨¨
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¨¨.~;=*### A WIRE FENCE TO SEPARATE THE TWO ROADS. ###*=;~.¨¨
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¨¨.~;=*### 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 ###*=;~.¨¨
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¨¨.~;=*### I THINK OF THE JACKDAW I MAIMED ###*=;~.¨¨
¨¨¨.~;=*## YESTERDAY. I FEAR THE DREAMING GATE. ##*=;~.¨¨¨
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