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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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