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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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