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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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