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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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