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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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