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&¨&&¨¨¨¨¨¨ 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. ¨&&&¨&¨¨¨&
¨&&¨&¨&&¨¨ ¨&¨¨&&&¨¨&
&&¨&&&&¨&¨ 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. &¨¨&¨&¨¨&¨
¨&¨¨¨&&¨&& ¨&¨&&&&¨&&
&&&¨¨&¨&&¨ I THINK OF THE JACKDAW I MAIMED &&&&¨¨¨&&¨
&¨¨&¨&&&¨& YESTERDAY. I FEAR THE DREAMING GATE. &¨¨¨&¨¨&¨&
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