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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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