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.^=**&@### 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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