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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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