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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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