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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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