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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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