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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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¨¨.~†§§§@@ 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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