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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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