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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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