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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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