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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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