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¨¨¨-~\\\*@ I Follow The Tire Tracks West. They Go @*\\\~-¨¨¨
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¨¨¨¨~\\%@@ Endless Mirrors Looking Kinda Oily. An @@%\\~¨¨¨¨
¨-~\*%@@## Incredible Power Bound There... There'S ##@@%*\~-¨
¨-~\*%@@## A Wire Fence To Separate The Two Roads. ##@@%*\~-¨
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¨-~\***@@@ The Air, The Path I Follow Is Glowing. @@@***\~-¨
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¨-~\*%@### 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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