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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 ####†/»^,,
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,,^»/†#### 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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