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,:«†§£&### 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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