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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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